Bertrand Russell Quotes

Love is something sent from Heaven to worry the Hell out of you.

For love is heaven and heaven is love.

True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

Once people are not here physically, the spiritual remains. We still connect, we can communicate, we can give and receive love and forgiveness. There is love after someone dies.

As for me, I've been in love with women and men. I get how people fall in love with different kinds of people, but to fall in love with God: I didn't get that.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Maharaj-ji, in my first darshan, my first meeting with him, showed me his powers. At that point I was impressed with the power. But subsequently, I realized that it was really his love that pulled me in. His love is unconditional love.

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.

Love in its essence is spiritual fire.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.

... Love is heaven and claims its own.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens.

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

There is perfect love in heaven!

Love is life, love is god, love is sannyas!

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Did we believe a final Reckoning and Judgment; or did we think enough of what we do believe, we would allow more Love in Religion than we do; since Religion it self is nothing else but Love to God and Man. Love is indeed Heaven upon Earth; since Heaven above would not be Heaven without it: For where there is not Love; there is Fear: But perfect Love casts out Fear. Love is above all; and when it prevails in us all, we shall all be Lovely, and in Love with God and one with another.

Love longs to be free, a stranger to every worldly desire, lest its inner vision become dimmed, and lest worldly self-interest hinder it or ill-fortune cast it down.

Love cannot be forced, love cannot be coaxed and teased. It comes out of heaven, unasked and unsought.

But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.