What the heck is true love? I remember feeling, back when I was 12 and 'going' with this girl, 'Is this true love?'
It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.
Two best friends can totally say they love and adore each other, without any meaning of romance.
You don't have to be gay to be attracted to your friend.
I cannot imagine having a physical relationship with a woman. I have not done that. But I really love women.
Those who cannot conceive of Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend.
I have a lot of friends, and it's not necessary that if I go out for lunch or dinner with someone, they have to be my girlfriend; or that I'm committed to them.
Love, in the eyes of the world, is either a carnal appetite or a vague fancy, which possession extinguishes or absence destroys. That is why it is commonly said, with a strange abuse of words, that passion does not endure.
I'm not dating Prateik; he is just a good acquaintance.
You can write a song about being in love with someone, but you don't have to be in love with anyone.
Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.
Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.
Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
A lot of times, in our culture and our society, we put romantic love somehow on a higher plane than self-love and friendship love. You can't do that. You have to honor and really fully invest in all these different loving relationships.
It's almost like when you're young, your friends take on the romance role, and then guys take on the role of your friends later.
It must be so, Plato, thou reason'st well!
I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.
The only men who can turn my blood stream into a condition resembling heavy surf are good-looking heels with characters as intricately unpleasant as the sewers of Paris. With decent and honorable gents, I come all over Platonic. Was ever a woman so perverse and wrongheaded?
There has to be chemistry in a duet, but if you go beyond the point of friendship and attraction, you lose something.
Plato's Symposium shows that flirtation and philosophy can further one another.
What Tolstoy is on about is that carnal love is not a good idea.
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
I just want a friend with benefits.
Free love? As if love is anything but free!
