A quote by Iris Murdoch, it’s rather fascinating to analyse this quote and to cogitate on it. I think I would alter it slightly to.
Love is the very difficult understanding that something other than yourself is more meaningful.
Such as safety and security for my children, the support and help that my wife deserves (even though I get intolerant of some things she does). Just so the god-bredren don’t jump on it and think is all theirs, I like to point out that respect and inviolable nature of humanism is my definition of meaningful.