The goodness of the mother is written on the gaiety of the child.

Love each other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love for each other.

The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake... loved in spite of one's self.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves — say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

Tereza's mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. Her words had the ring of truth, backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because of her child. Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice. If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.

Love does not to be understood. It needs only to be shown.

Love one another, but let's try not to possess one another.

That's how love got lost ... when we started laying down rules for when love should or shouldn't appear.

Love is an overarching style of relating to another.

We learn many virtues in our Christian families. Above all, we learn to love, asking nothing in return.