M. Scott Peck Quotes

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

Love can never be fully explained.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.

If someone explains me the definition of love, I will give my life to the person. Love is a thing which is difficult to understand. Love is always evolving.

To him it is an ocean, unfathomable, and without a shore.

Love is probably the strongest emotion that you can feel. It's very natural - and I wouldn't want to say easy - but natural and comfortable to write about, and there's so many different forms of it, millions of layers - you could write forever about it.

Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular?

Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.

We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.

The books you love best - those are the immensity of the sea.

I don't know that I could really define love. I can't . . . again, it's like trying to define what this creative force is. It's beyond my ability to really define. If I can define it, then it's not it. We're right back to that thing again.

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

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

Being in deep devotion comes as a surprise the first time, because it is so difficult for people to feel even love, and devotion is the highest form of love... just the essential fragrance of love. If love is the flower, then devotion is just the fragrance. You cannot catch hold of it. You can feel it, you can smell it, you can be surrounded by it, you can be drowned in it, but you cannot catch hold of it. It is not that material.

In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.

Science still won't explain the mysterious nature of love and despair.

Love cannot be explained, yet it explains all.

Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.