WHAT LOVE IS ?

The definition of love has challenged and perplexed thinkers and lovers since the beginning of time. Cogent explanations follow below.
 One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.
 Attention is the most basic form of love; through it we bless and are blessed.
We love because it's the only true adventure.
  Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
 Love is friendship set on fire.
 Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing.
 To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia.
 Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more.
 Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.
 Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it.
Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside.
 Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature.
Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end.
 Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
 Where love is, no room is too small.
Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
 True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.
 To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.
A love song is just a caress set to music.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.
Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.
In the final analysis, love is the only reflection of man's worth.
Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
We're all a little weird, and life's a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
 To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.