I bring you another entry on quotes with some brief commentary from your's truly.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others,
How much they love them
While they're alive.

And why is this the case?...and..How hard is it to tell you’re partner how much you love them on a regular basis?...Apparently, it is very difficult for a lot of people. No easy answers. Probably need to dig a bit deeper.

Just because someone doesn't love you
in the way you want them to,
doesn't mean that they don't love you
with all they've got.

I sure wish someone has told me this about 20 years ago…We all have our limits and maybe it would help if we communicated to our partners “how” they could best love us. And, be gracious for all their efforts and always give them the benefit of the doubt regarding their intentions.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

Than what is?...Why and who we fall in love with has always been a mystery to me. On some days I wish this wasn’t the case..but…deep down I am glad we cannot reduce relationships and love to the scientific method or set of formula’s because it would eliminate or reduce the critical aspects of creativity and spontaneity which breathe life into the soul of all relationships.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

And a significant number of us inhale the smoke even though we know it is potentially dangerous to our health...and...some of us are obvious chain smokers.

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

Infatuation does seem to transcend all logic…and…I suspect it is the ace in the hole of the gods to get us past our fear, anxiety, and other forms of resistance. Why can’t we just concede that resistance is futile and get aboard the Borg relationship vessel.

Platonic love is love from the neck up.

Not if you’re with someone who loves brainiacs. Some people get really turned on when they are around someone who is intelligent. At least that is what I have been told. This quote probably originated with a single bachelor recluse from an Ivy League school.

After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her.

I propose that depends on which version of Eve you get hooked up with. Not all Eve’s are the same.

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

Can’t argue with a group of people who show affection by rubbing their noses together. The eskimos have street cred in my book.


Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.

Give me any version of love, hands, eyes, body, and heart. I want them all.

Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

It would be nice, though, if they could change a flat tire or at least hold the flashlight while I change the tire.