Kamajii: Something you wouldn't recognize. It's called "love."
Kiri: To begin with... you love them?
Rei: If you are incapable of understanding love and how it can let us do the impossible, I pity you.
Kaworu: But I want to! And... it always feels like its just beyond the edge of me comprehending it!
Peach: Wait, you don't know what love is? Love... how do I explain? Love-
Zelda: -is when you want to get "hooked up" with Peach!
Peach: NO. Love tells you when you want to be with a person forever. It makes you feel happy just to see that person happy, smiling... having fun.
Amy: It makes your Heart drive flutter!
Zelda: Good one Amy!
Peach: SHUT UP!
Zelda: Are you kidding? We're just getting started! Oh, you'll never hear the end of this one... my power switch is set to on and more on!
Peach: You're on moron all right...
Kirito and Asuna: Awwwwww.
Yui: The most broken, sociopathic players I had ever laid eyes on! Less people than a loose collection of character defects!
Kirito: That kinda went in a different direction than I was expecting.
Yui: But somehow, together, you were happy. Everything I knew about human relationships told me that one would eventually kill the other. And yet, no matter how often you fought, your bond only seemed to grow stronger. I decided that my information must be flawed in some way, and that I needed to amend it firsthand.
Asuna: You, you mean...?
Yui: I wanted to know what love is. I wanted you to show me.
Asuna: (tearing up) Goddamn Foreigner...
Kirito: Y-you mean the band, right?
John Connor: You mean people?
John: I don't know. We just cry. You know, when it hurts.
Terminator: Pain causes it?
John: No, it's when there's nothing wrong with you, but you hurt anyway. You get it?
Did he love her? he wondered. It wasn't the first time hed wondered this, but there was an urgency to it, now. He didn't know what love was. How could he? He believed he knew what Christian love was. He cherished it. To love one another through the love of God. The communication of souls past the barriers of flesh and space. Removal of the masks placed on us by nature. Turning away from the shadows on Plato's cave wall to actually face one another. That kind of love, Paul understood.
But the love in the Song of Songs? He could know nothing of that. It was completely specific to the human experience, and the reading of that book only served to remind him how alien, how unknowable these beings were.
He agonized over his passion for her. He agonized over the nature of his passion for her. Was it love? It seemed the most ill-defined word in English. More sensible Earth languages like Greek had different words for the different types of love. He loved everything about her. Even her appearance, now. He knew full well that a man seeing her would see a dimension to her beauty that he would never comprehend; but to him, her form was one of amazing, alien beauty. The roundness, the smallness, the quickness of her; the darkness of her hair, the brownness of her skinwhere years ago he'd found the human form repellent, he now perceived beauty in hers because it was her form; she was herself, unique among all mankind, unique in all the cosmos.
He wanted desperately to believe that even if sex were a useful aid toward spiritual union, that it was not an absolutely necessary one. After all, among promiscuous humans, it seemed to actually be a hindrance to that end; and for all their liaisons, such people seemed terribly lonely. Oh yes, Paul, and you speak from such experience, dont you?'' he scolded himself.
Ficus: Yes, but as an animal, you must endure the pain of love.
Quark: That's true, Ficus, but the pain of love is what makes love so endearing.
Ficus: Following your logic, Commander, the pain of a toothache would make a toothache endearing. The more painful, the more endearing.
Quark: Starnote — I've just argued over the concept of love with a plant... and lost.
I want you to show me
You're at the top of my lungs when I sing.
The Sole Survivor: It's all right, I'm here for you.
Curie: Thank you. That means so much. Becoming a synth is just so overwhelming. At first it was a struggle to master basic functioning. How to brush the teeth, how to operate with only two hands, et cetera. But now I am full of inconsequential thoughts, feelings. How do you do anything with this whirlwind in your head?
Sole Survivor: ("Flirt" option) I hope some of these "inconsequential feelings" involve me.
Curie: Y-yes. No! And see, now my head goes ever more! Spin, spin, spin... You make it look so effortless, like breathing. But for me, it is so hard to focus. To do research. And inspiration is as elusive as ever. I fear I will never contribute anything to the world...
Sole Survivor: Be patient, you'll work it out.
Curie: In this maelstrom, it is hard to see the shore. The saving grace in all of this is you. As a robot, I had much appreciation for you. But now... it is deeper. I am still loyal, but now I do this because I want to. Because you are... my friend.
Sole Survivor: ("Flirt" option) So, just "friends?" Nothing more than that?
Curie: I feel... very funny. I-I must cut this short. My eyes, they are malfunctioning. Adieu.
When I asked Grandmother for some medicine, she just sat there with a grin on her face. I went to Cado and Dorian to ask them what that meant, but they just grinned at me too. In the end, I wasn't able to get any medicine...
Legion: ...There was a hole.
Shepard: But why didn't you fix it sooner, or with something else?
Legion: ...No data available.
Peach: "Comprehend" love? Love's not something you comprehend. It's something you feel.
T.E.C.: .........Princess Peach, will you teach me to feel this thing you call "love?"
HK-47: Answer: many organic meatbags find that question difficult to answer, master. But I believe I can provide you with a satisfactory definition. Definition: "love" is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometres away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: this definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, "love" is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and strangely enough, not many meatbags would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticule, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds.
CG: THIS HUMAN EMOTION CALLED FRIENDSHIP.
EB: friendship isn't an emotion fucknuts.
Mai: I guess you just don't know people as well as you think you do. You miscalculated. I love Zuko more than I fear you.
Zoidberg: Love? That word is unknown here. I'm simply looking for a female swollen with eggs to accept my genetic material.
Fry: You and me both, brother!
Lrr: Surely [the candy heart] says "love," Ndnd.
Ndnd: No, "wuv!" With an Earth "W." Behold!
Lrr: This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us!
Gloria: Oh, you'll know because it's a swirl of emotions. Your heart beats fast, you sweat all the time, you're riddled with self-doubt, and YOU SECOND-GUESS EVERYONE YOU THOUGHT!!
Cricket: That's exactly what I'm goin' through! Somethin' weird happened when I saw this girl! It's like, I don't wanna dance with her, but then I look at her, and I do wanna dance with her, but I don't think she's cute enough and I'm — ! (retches)
Gloria: (a bit teasingly) Ohhhh...does somebody have a crush?
Cricket: No...nono, don't say that! Don't say that!!
Gloria: Pffft! Amateur. I had my first panic attack when I was like, half his age.