The secret of love: to expect nothing and accept everything.
The philosopher in me wants to analyze this phrase, modify, explain. No, no, no, NOT to accept abuse. Not to accept wrongdoing.
But to allow the earth and all its people to love you. To accept that love without needing it. The most difficult paradox, the triumph of a child for whom the world flowers its surprises of delight. To know that nothing can remove that love, whether you accept it or not.
To accept love as one accepts the sun rays, not expecting them in winter, but grateful when they come.