Richard Bach

The world’s crazy, when it comes to beauty.

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.

Respect for sovereignity, for privacy, for total independence. Gentle alliances against loneliness, they were, cool rational love-affairs without the love.

Sooner or later, those who win are those who think they can.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

Argue for your limitations and, sure enough, they’re yours.

I have never had trouble to love others, but loving myself was difficult. For years I didn’t like myself, so how could I love myself. It has taken time, and still there is a way to go, but I can say, not only do I like myself, but also care about myself enough to start loving myself too.

But the law of loving others could not be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

The opposite of love isn’t hate. It isn’t even indifference. It’s fear.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

It is most unwise for people in love to marry.

I’m only ever in two places – with you or on the way.

Whoso loves, believes the impossible.

I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

To live is like to love – all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

I knew from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.

She doesn’t let me have control anymore. I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind.