Friedrich Nietzsche Love Quotations

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.

He who cannot give anything away cannot feel anything either.

Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

Love is blind, friends close their eyes

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding

The enormous expectation having to do with sexual love and the shame involved in this expectation degrades all a woman's perspectives from the start.

Love brings to light the lofty and hidden characteristics of the lover--what is rare and exceptional in him: to that extent it caneasily be deceptive with respect to what is normal in him.

In every form of womanly love something of motherly love also comes to light.

Sometimes it just takes stronger eyeglasses to cure those who are in love--and someone with the ability to imagine a face or a figure twenty years older might perhaps pass through life quite undisturbed.

Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of its love so that it may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change even more than annihilation.

The apprentice and the master love the master in different ways.

Just as soon as we notice that someone has to force himself to pay attention when dealing and talking with us, we have a valid demonstration that he does not love us or that he does not love us anymore.

What is it that you love in others?--My hopes.

I feel all those human beings to be pernicious who can no longer oppose what they love: they thereby ruin the best things and people.

I devote myself to what I love the most, and for this very reason I hesitate to designate it with lofty words: I do not want to risk believing that it is a sublime compulsion, a law, which I obey: I love what I love the most too much to wish to appear to it as one compelled.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

Out of a brotherly love we occasionally embrace this or that somebody (because we cannot embrace everybody): but we must never letour somebody know it.

Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.

To discover he is loved in return ought really to disenchant the lover with the beloved.

The love of one sole being is a barbarism; for it will be employed to the detriment of all the rest. So too the love of God.

I love him who seeks to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.

Even the most beautiful scenery is no longer assured of our love after we have lived in it for three months, and some distant coast attracts our avarice: possessions are generally diminished by possession.

You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles whe na carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. Ina man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.

One must learn to be a sponge if one wants to be loved by hearts that overflow.

Man and man's earth are unexhausted and undiscovered. Wake and listen! Verily, the earth shall yet be a source of recovery. Remain faithful to the earth, with the power of your virtue. Let your gift-giving love and your knowledge serve the meaning of the earth.

In true love it is the soul that envelops the body.

Whatever we have words for, that we have already got beyond.

But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!

Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

Love forgives the lover even his lust.

Marriages that made out of love (so-called "love-matches") have error as their father and misery (necessity) as their mother.

I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeketh he his own down-going.

I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeketh he his own down-going.

I love him who desireth not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one's destiny to cling to.

I love him who scattereth golden words in advance of his deeds, and always doeth more than he promiseth: for he seeketh his own down-going.

I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.

I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causeth his down-going.

I love him who chasteneth his God, because he loveth his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God.

I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself, but wanteth to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walketh he as spirit over the bridge.

I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

I love him who maketh his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more.

Marriage was contrived for ordinary people, for people who are capable of neither great love nor great friendship, which is to say, for most people--but also for those exceptionally rare ones who are capable of love as well as of friendship.

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

One can promise actions, but not feelings, for the latter are involuntary. He who promises to love forever or hate forever or be forever faithful to someone is promising something that is not in his power.

Ultimately one loves one's desires and not that which is desired.

Love your enemies because they bring out the best in you.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives acts and experiences otherwise than we do?

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

There is always some madness in love.

Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

Young people love what is interesting and odd, no matter how true or false it is. More mature minds love what is interesting and odd about truth. Fully mature intellects, finally, love truth, even when it appears plain and simple, boring to the ordinary person; for they have noticed that truth tends to reveal its highest wisdom in the guise of simplicity.

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

Love is more afraid of change than destruction.

One must learn to love oneself with a wholesome and healthy love, so that one can bear to be with oneself and need not roam.

Marriage: that I call the will of two to create the one who is more than those who created it.

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.

I love him whose soul is lavish, who wanteth no thanks and doth not give back: for he always bestoweth, and desireth not to keep for himself.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?" - for he is willing to succumb.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman and never loves anyone but a warrior.

Objection, evasion, joyous distrust, and love of irony are signs of health; everything absolute belongs to pathology.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

Our faith in others betrays that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer. And often with our love we want merely to overcome envy. And often we attack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

Marriage marks the end of many short follies - being one long stupidity.