Love can never express itself by imposing sufferings on others. It can only express itself by self-suffering, by self-purification.
Love is a rare herb that makes a friend even of a sworn enemy and this herb grows out of nonviolence.
Love is no love which asks for a return.
Love is the basis of our friendship as it is of religion.
The law of love knows no bounds of space or time.
Love is needed to strengthen the weak; love becomes tyrannical when it exacts obedience from an unbeliever.
If light can come out of darkness, then alone can love emerge from hatred.
My fast is, among other things, meant to qualify me for achieving that equal and selfless love.
My freedom from hatred – I would even claim for myself individually, my love – for those who consider themselves to be my enemies, does not make me blind to their faults.
My love of nationalism is that my country may become free, and if need be, the whole of the country die, so that the human race may live.
My nonviolence demands universal love, and you are not a small part of it.
My only sanction is the love and affection in which you hold me. But it has its weaknesses, as it has its strengths.
My religion teaches me to love all equally.
I cannot think of permanent enmity between man and man.
It is my great misfortune that I have to measure your love by the money gifts you give for Daridranarayana.
Free, open love I have looked upon as dog’s love. Secret love is, besides, cowardly.
Of what avail is my love if it be only so long as I trust my friend?
It is a heavy downpour of rain which drenches the soil to fullness; likewise only a profuse shower of love can overcome hatred.
Our peaceful non-co-operation must be constructive, non-destructive. Poison should not emerge from the throes of love.
A seeker after truth, a follower of the law of Love, cannot hold anything against tomorrow.