What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
Is It Unloving to Speak of Hell? If you were giving some friends directions to Denver and you knew that one road led there but a second road ended at a sharp cliff around a blind corner, would you talk only about the safe road? No. You would tell them about both, especially if you knew that the road to destruction was wider and more traveled. In fact, it would be terribly unloving not to warn them about that other road.
A religion, even if it calls itself a religion of love, must be hard and unloving to those who do not belong to it
I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.
Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
I am not doting and am not romantic. I can have spurts of romance but am not consistently romantic.
Loving can cost a lot but not loving always cost more.
I'm probably the furthest from being romantic that you've ever seen; I'm not even close to being romantic in any way until I have to be.
There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.
