The more invested I am in my own

The more invested I am in my own ideas about reality, the more those experiences will feel like victimizations rather than the ups and downs of relating. Actually, I believe that the less I conceptualize things that way, the more likely it is that people will want to stay by me, because they will not feel burdened, consciously or unconsciously, by my projections, judgments, entitlements, or unrealistic expectations.
— David Richo, Daring to Trust: Opening Ourselves to Real Love and Intimacy

Sometimes you want to say, I love you,

Sometimes you want to say, I love you, but?
Yet the but takes away the ?I love you?. In love their are no ?buts? or ?if?s? or ?when?. It?s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It?s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart?eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.

To say I love you, but?. is to say, I did not love you at all.

I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.
— Jamie Weise

When I say it’s you I like, I’m

When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.
— Fred Rogers

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call

Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can?t be denied. It?s beautiful and messy,
cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there?s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life is
irrevocably changed.
— J.M. Darhower, Sempre