Emanuel Swedenborg Quotes

Man knows that there is love, but he does not know what love is.

Love, like light, is a thing that is enacted better than defined: we know it afterward by the traces it leaves on paper.

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

Love is the true condition of human life.

What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

Love is the most powerful four letter word.

Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride.

The strongest human emotion is probably love. I think it's universal. I think that across language and country and time and everything else, probably love.

What is Love? Listen! It is the rainbow that stands out, in all its glorious many-colored hues, illuminating and making glad again the dark clouds of life. It is the morning and the evening star, that in glad refulgence, there on the awed horizon, call Nature's hearts to an uplifted rejoicing in God's marvelous firmament!

We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.

Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.

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 ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.

Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good. By itself it makes what is heavy light; and bears evenly all that is uneven.

Love is what I give to the one I love.

And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.

Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.

Love is a power which produces love.

The simple and most complex answer is love.

Love is the feeling that emanates from the heart and extends through the blood to every cell of the body.

Ah! what is love! It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king, And sweeter too; For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown.

Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known.