One of the best ways to turn on to living is to develop meaningful friendships. Friendships are sought by each of us because we are gregarious, or social, beings. We have the need to be accepted by, to associate with, and to pursue life with other people. We have a need to share our identities and humanness with others in the human population.

Any man can make a women of feeling love him if he loves her enough and she has to antipathy to him. When a man loves, he has no past. There are no experiences alive in his memory to help to philosophy. One cannot love hopelessly and look one’s best. Nature demands some tribute in spite of the strongest will.

Love unblended with any kind of ambition is unnatural, and the latter is frequently the father of the former. Chance is as unpropitious as favorable to lovers. The enthusiasm of a woman’s love is even beyond the biographer’s.

If it be true that no young lady can be justified in falling in love before the gentleman’s love is declared, it must be very improper that a young lady should dream of a gentleman before the gentleman is first known to have dreamt of her.

Where the heart is really attached, one can be little pleases with the attention of anybody else. Everything is insipid, uninteresting, that does not relate to the beloved object. To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better shew more affection then she feels. Next to being married, a girl like to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and it gives her a sort of distinction among her companions.

That expression of “violently in love” is as often applied to feelings which arise from an half-hour’s acquaintance, as to real, strong attachment. Is not general incivility the very essence of love? You are too sensible to fall in love merely because you are warned against it.

A knight may never be of prowess but if he be a lover. There was never worshipful man or worshipful woman, but they loved one better than another. Boldness is ever a friend to love. Cupid sometimes blinds some people for their good.

It is a hard thing to have loved; it is a hard thing to have not loved. However, harder than all else is to lose (or fail to gain) one’s lover. I have loved ships, as I have loved men. Love, in the eyes of its objects, ever seeks to invest itself with some rare superiority.

Love is a fervent fire. Love has more to do with posterities than with the past. Moan or woman who has never loved, nor once looked deep down into their own lover’s eyes, they know not the sweetest and loftiest religion of this Earth. Love is both Creator’s sand and Saviour’s gospel to mankind.

The extremist top of love is Fear and Wonder. The audacious immortalities of divinest love. A glorious, softly glorious, and most gracious evening, which seemed plainly a tongue to all humanity, saying: I got down in beauty to rise in joy; Love reigns throughout all Worlds that sunsets visits; it is a foolish ghost-story; there is no such thing as misery. Would the god of Sunlight decree gloom? It is a flawless, speckles, fleckless, beautiful World throughout; joy now, and joy forever!

Whatever some lovers many sometime say, love does not always abhor a secret, as nature is said to abhor a vacuum. Love is built upon secrets, as lovely Venice upon invisible and incorruptible piles in the sea. Love’s secrets, being mysteries, ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite; and so they are as airy bridges, by which our further shadows pass over into the regions of the golden mists and exhalations; whence all poetical, lovely thoughts are engendered, and drop into us, as though pearls should drop from rainbows.

Letters of a lover in an extremity of love, crying for help, are as curious to cool strong men as the contortions of the proved heterodox tied to a stake must have been to their chastening clerical judges. Old love reviving may be love of a phantom after all. We can, if we must revive, to keep it to the limits of a ghostly love.

Many not one love, craving to be beloved? Such a love does not sap our pride, but supports it; increases rather than diminishes our noble self-esteem. To attain such a love the martyrs writhed up to the crown of saints. The people verily thirst to love and reverence. Their love is the only love worth having, because it is disinterested love, and endures, and takes heart in adversity. So with a Church. It lives if it is at home with the poor.

To love is to be on the sea, out of sight of land. Her instinct of love sounded her lover through, and felt the deficiency or the contrariety in hi, as surely as musical ears are pained by a discord that they require no touchstone to detect.

When we are alone, or selfish, we cannot afford to fail, there is no one to pick us up. However, when we are  loved, we can afford to fail. Someone loves us, puts us back together again, and we are on our feet again because we love in return.

Even in the most civilized and technicized societies, play remains essential for the acquisition of knowledge, especially for self-discover by the child and the adolescent. The drive to explore and to play probably contributes also to the continued growth of the adult.

Dare, when you are in doubt about whether to try something that looks enjoyable, take a calculated risk, we advocate no blind leap into drugs, promiscuity, or sky-diving, but do not let simple risks hold you back. To enjoy living means to take chances, that are rewarding. For some of us timid souls, enjoyment can take a lot of determination and energy. It may seem easier and safer to simply stay home, but the potential rewards are certainly not as great!