“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] And so when you grow these forms you must learn how to use them with respect and love. [...]

[...] It is a lovely term if I do say so myself. [...]

“In my darker moods I find myself thinking that I love the earth and everything upon it except the increasingly destructive activities of human beings — and sometimes I wonder about the human beings themselves! I love the deserts and forests, the oceans and rivers and lakes of the earth, the plains and the poles, the marshes and the mountains. [...] And I think that in its way each life form must know that and love its home, and has no desire to change or destroy it.

“In vivid color, as usual: I dreamed that in New York City I had gone back to my first love, drawing comics. [...]

[...] Instead, as Mary lifted the cover of the pad, holding the pad out for Jane and me to see, we saw that the top page was covered by a lovely large floral pattern of leaves and flowers, as one might see on bedsheets these days. [...]

“A terrific little dream that beautifully states its message: Mary’s ideas of romance and making love (represented by modern-day flowered sheets) are being transposed from the bedroom into the area of her art, and in a way that mars the art itself. [...]

The “lovely young woman” phrase incidentally is an excellent one for him to use. [...]

“I am a lovely young woman” is particularly good because it automatically identifies Ruburt with grace, agility and health. [...]

[...] The lovely young woman image will also help fill him out.

[...] The leaders of religious cults, like that of Jonestown, overexaggerate grandiose ideals of brotherhood and love, for example (as Seth has mentioned), while often forbidding the natural expression of love on the part of one individual for another — assaulting family affiliations and so forth. As a result, the idealized love becomes more and more inaccessible, with the growth of more guilt and despair.

Jean Longwell then represented Frank’s feelings toward his daughter, and in a fashion you felt those as your own — a mixture of paternal love, sexuality, and sympathy. Those feelings were also representative of Del’s redeemed love for his daughter — for Ruburt.

[...] Hate is that which is not love. Love is fulfilled, or fulfilling, value fulfillment. [...]

If all men could learn to love, in terms of which I have spoken, then there would be no need for any kind of punishment within your field, and the word would vanish from your vocabulary. [...]

[...] Because of your love of images, and Ruburt’s love of words and rhythm, you will both still utilize these characteristics. [...]

(“Has this love of words and images always run through our various lives?”)

[...] The man and woman that you each are, are not threatened by love-making, parties, evenings out or vacations. [...]

It is true, cortisone is released through the system in love-making, and Ruburt needs it. [...]

In a different way, you both react as far as love-making is concerned. [...]

[...] You will love yourself and have no difficulty in loving your neighbor. [...]

[...] It is very important then that you understand the true innocence of all feelings, for each of them, if left alone and followed, will lead you back to the reality of love.

[...] Instead, a love of woods and trees transcends such classifications. The area has brought together diverse kinds of people, united by love of nature, some airy spaces, and some privacy … The people are also achievers of one kind or another, and while [your goals may be different] you appreciate the fact that they are trying to do something with their lives. [...]

[...] Ruburt was never athletically inclined, but always loved nature. [...]

Love-making is important, on all levels, and any physical relaxation. [...]

[...] The road ahead was lovely, colors bright and brilliant. [...]

[...] One held several pair of lovely pastel stockings, the kind you would ordinarily wear with high heels, slim and well-proportioned; they were wrapped together not in a box, with baubles of some kind. [...]

Belief in thy love.... [...]

[...] Now it is a lovely smile. [...]

(To Sue.) And you must learn also that love is noisy and can be a bother and can get in the way, and you must learn not to deny the validity of your own feelings in those directions where you are now tending to hide them from yourself. [...]

[...] You do not pretend to love a parent who did little to earn your respect or love. [...]

You may find that someone you considered merely an enemy actually deserved your love and respect, for example, and you will then treat him accordingly. [...]

This morning is lovely. [...]

The child had no problems of his own to work out in this existence, but because of love and past relationships he came to act as a light to you both. [...]

He knew this and was amused, and he had a game with you, for he knew you loved him, and he knew what you did not know: that because of a past life relationship you would find it difficult to realize who he was.

[...] On one occasion the mother and the son were brothers, and in friendly rivalry; and that rivalry to some extent still lingered, but it was a rivalry that was built upon love. [...]

[...] The son came to you out of love, for he did not need to come. [...]

[...] To see my wonderful, lovely wife so reduced to her present near-helpless state was almost more than I could bear. [...] I reacted very badly at times, I’m afraid, alternating profound moods of despair with those of great tenderness, love, and compassion. [...]

There are some things most difficult to say in prose, for they appear in too-cliché terms, but within this program daily you must each make it a point (underlined) to express your love for each other more frequently. The more often you can say, “I love you,” the better off the situation becomes. [...]