Definitions of love.

"Joe Black: So that's what love is according to William Parrish?

William Parrish: Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about."

There are no functional definition for love but only philosophical one which may or may not accepted by everyone. The above conversation was between Brad Pitt and Anthony Hopkins in the movie Meet Joe Black and to be honest that's exactly love's definition we know when it happens to us but cannot understand or define it. There are few definitions of love by famous writers which are given below,

Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan:

"A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved."

Anaïs Nin, in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953:

"What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is."

Stendhal in his fantastic 1822 treatise on love:
 

"Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. … there are no age limits for love."

C. S. Lewis, who was a very wise man, in The Four Loves:

"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell."

Lemony Snicket in Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid:

"Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess."

Susan Sontag,  As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980:

"Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love."

Charles Bukowski, who also famously deemed love “a dog from hell,” in this archival video interview:

"Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality."

Shakespeare in A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind."

Ambrose Bierce, with the characteristic wryness of The Devil’s Dictionary:

"Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage."

Katharine Hepburn in Me : Stories of My Life:

"Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything."

Philosopher and mathematician Bertrand Russell, he of great wisdom, in The Conquest of Happiness:

"Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky puts it even more forcefully in The Brothers Karamazov:

"What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love."   

Evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins in a letter to his ten-year-old daughter explaining the importance of evidence in science and in life:

"People sometimes say that you must believe in feelings deep inside, otherwise you’d never be confident of things like ‘My wife loves me’. But this is a bad argument. There can be plenty of evidence that somebody loves you. All through the day when you are with somebody who loves you, you see and hear lots of little titbits of evidence, and they all add up. It isn't purely inside feeling, like the feeling that priests call revelation. There are outside things to back up the inside feeling: looks in the eye, tender notes in the voice, little favors and kindnesses; this is all real evidence."

Paulo Coelho in The Zahir: A Novel of Obsession:

"Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused."

James Baldwin in The Price of the Ticket: Collected Non-fiction, 1948-1985:

"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up."

Haruki Murakami in Kafka on the Shore:

"Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time."

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in Airman’s Odyssey: Night Flight / Wind Sand & Stars / Flight to Arras:

"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."

Honoré de Balzac, who knew a thing or two about all-consuming love, in Physiologie Du Mariage:

"The more one judges, the less one loves."

Louis de Bernières in Corelli’s Mandolin:

"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."

E. M. Forster in A Room with a View:

"You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal."

English novelist Iris Murdoch, cited by the great Milton Glaser in How to Think Like a Great Graphic Designer:

"Love is the very difficult understanding that something other than yourself is real."

Agatha Christie who gave a good one, who echoes Anaïs Nin above in her autobiography:

"It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them."

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