The more you love, the more you can love--and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.
The gift of love is the gift of the power and capacity to love, and therefore, to give love with full effect is also to receive it. So love can only be kept by being given away, and it can only be given perfectly when it is also received.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
Thomas Stearns Eliot. Also in Murder in the Cathedral
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.
My old mind hadn’t been capable of holding this much love. My old heart had not been strong enough to bear it. Maybe this was the part of me that I’d brought forward to be intensified in my new life. Like Carlisle’s compassion and Esme’s devotion. I would probably never be able to do anything interesting or special like Edward, Alice, and Jasper could do. Maybe I would just love Edward more than anyone in the history of the world had ever loved anyone else. I could live with that.
We receive love — from our children as well as others — not in proportion to our demands or sacrifices or needs, but roughly in proportion to our own capacity to love.
Love is never any better than the lover.
You can't help it but you were born without a heart. At least you tried to believe what the people with hearts believed — so you were a good man just the same.
You can't love your mother or father if you don't also have the capacity to grieve their deaths and, perhaps even more so, grieve parts of their lives.
A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.
I have feelings. I'm not emotionally stunted.
You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?
I know you loved both he and I, the way a mother can love two sons. And no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
Strength enough to build a home, Time enough to hold a child, Love enough to break a heart
My biggest surprise when I became a mom was how I had so much love inside me to give to someone.
The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.
How much of this truth can I bear to see and still live unblinded? How much of this pain can I use?
Women are so - maybe this is just a male perspective, but for my money, they're so connected to life in a way that men aren't. They're able to give birth, have children, and it's literally a part of them. They perhaps have a stronger capacity for caring than males.
Most often it happens that one attributes to others only the feelings of which one is capable oneself.
Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.
The more you love, the more you can love - and the more intensely you love.
Have we not the brains to think? Hands to work? Hearts to feel? And lives to live?
That which we are capable of feeling, we are capable of saying.
The Lord knows our bearing capacity, both as to coping and to comprehending, and He will not give us more to bear than we can manage at the moment, though to us it may seem otherwise. Just as no temptations will come to us from which we cannot escape or which we cannot bear, we will not be given more trials than we can sustain.