Caroline Myss

Love is the absence of judgment.

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

I want to be loved while I’m here, and the only way to get love is to give love.

Love is not liking somebody. Anyone can do that. Love is loving things that sometimes you don’t like.

Love those you hate you.

I have simply found a way of loving through whatever absences or dejections have fallen like tree branches in my path.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Drownin’ in the sea of love where everyone would love to drown.

He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

Oh, we’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, ’til our wide eyes burn blind.

What’s my hand without your heart to hold?