Posted in Arrival of Love, Hope and Possibility, Unpredictable Love, tagged many faucets of love, surprise of love, unexpected love on February 3, 2013 |
Love…
…is like a firefly blinking, giving its light and leading you toward it. If you’re lucky you can catch it. If you are very lucky you won’t have to. Love will come land on you.
Little is known about the writer, Timothy Oliveira
There are two kinds of sparks,
the one that goes off
with a hitch like a match,
but it burns quickly.
The other is the kind
that needs time,
but when
the flame strikes…
it’s eternal,
don’t forget that.
Posted in Hope and Possibility, Risk of Love, When you're away, tagged dealing with difficult things, hopes for your good, sickness and health on February 1, 2013 |
Love…
…brings great concern when the one who has your heart is seriously ill. Pacing or being anxious does no good, but it happens anyway. Prayers help. Forever promises are often made in those worried moments wishing to take the one you love’s place.
Quote by a writer unknown/anonymous
In those moments
realizing you
could be
lost to me
forever,
I feel helpless,
powerless,
and utterly lost
like a frightened child.
I can’t tell up from down.
My world spins all around.
You are more of me
than I am of my self.
Posted in A Kiss, Comfort of being loved, Hope and Possibility, tagged getting to know you, love from a distance, rediscovering love on December 5, 2012 |
Love…
…comes from hope and possibility. It sprouts unexpectedly and unplanned. It grows with patience and understanding. It blossoms with attraction and desire. It fruits with truth and faithfulness.
Taken from Love Without a Doubt by David Taylor
Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.
Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all about.
Posted in Arrival of Love, Being with You, Hope and Possibility, tagged always with me, feeling safe in love, love reawakened on December 2, 2012 |
Love…
…shows in the curve of your smile, in the shine in your eyes and in the way you move to be near. You have a special way about you that causes others to easily notice your unique brand of presence in a room.
English musician, singer and songwriter Florence Welch
A falling star
fell from your heart
and landed in my eyes.
I screamed aloud,
as it tore through them,
and now it’s left me blind.
I took the stars from my eyes,
and then I made a map.
And knew that somehow
I could find my way back.
Then I heard your heart beating,
you were in the darkness too.
So I stayed in the darkness with you.
Posted in Hope and Possibility, Risk of Love, Value of love, tagged love from a distance, loving the good and bad, surprise of love on November 25, 2012 |
Love…
…conquers without battle. It overcomes without moving. Love masters without effort. It knows without study. Love inspires without trying. It ‘is’ without attempting to be.
“Whispers of Love” by Rumi (Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī)
Love whispers to my ear,
“Better to be a prey
than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun
and become a speck!
Dwell at My door
and be homeless.
Don’t pretend to be a candle,
be a moth,
so you may taste
the savor of Life
and know the power
hidden in serving”.
Posted in Comfort of being loved, Hope and Possibility, Loving Care, tagged feeling safe in love, love from a distance, rediscovering love on November 22, 2012 |
Love…
…cares not that we come from different places, that our life experience has been different or that we have decades of living already behind us. What matters is how we are alike, what we might share and the amount of life left to be lived in front of us.
English romantic and philosophical poet William Wordsworth
That though the radiance
which was once so bright
be now forever taken
from my sight.
Though nothing
can bring back the hour
of splendor in the grass;
glory in the flower.
We will grieve not,
rather find strength
in what remains behind.
Posted in Arrival of Love, Hope and Possibility, Soft and Tender, tagged feeling safe in love, love reawakened, rediscovering love on November 9, 2012 |
Love…
…comes in a less complicated manner as I become wiser with age. Love has not changed. It is the receiver (me) that is different. My thinking is simpler, my heart more open and my spirit less guarded.
Verse from an old greeting card by Helen Steiner Rice
I’d like to be a rain drop
Just Falling on your hand,
I’d like to be a blade of grass
On which you dear feet stand,
I’d like to be your shadow
As it moves around all day,
I’d like to be most anything
That hangs around your way.
Posted in Arrival of Love, Hope and Possibility, Risk of Love, tagged easy to be with, Magic of a hug, wanting to be around you on November 3, 2012 |
Love…
…arrives with a sound only those loving can hear, but to them it is a roar so deafening all senses are effected. Sight is more alert, smell more acute, taste is broader and sense of touch is amplified. It is like being made-over, yet with the redo not being readily visible.
From the small book “Meet Me Halfway” by Javan
You have come
into my life
Through a door
I was afraid
Would never
be open again
For many
have slammed it
on their
way out.
Posted in Arrival of Love, Hope and Possibility, Magic of Love, tagged love reawakened, loving the good and bad, rediscovering love on November 1, 2012 |
Love…
…requires only a small degree of hope to begin. Without at least a little hope love becomes a small thing we plan on having sometime, somewhere that never has a chance to take root and prosper.
Irish novelist and short story writer Elizabeth Bowen
When you
love
someone,
all your
saved-up
wishes
start
coming
out.
Posted in Arrival of Love, Hope and Possibility, Risk of Love, tagged loving kindness, many faces of love, surprise of love on October 30, 2012 |
Love…
…is a simple feeling with a most difficult explanation. It’s like you can’t stand to be without that person, you think of them first thing in the morning and they are your last thought for the night. You can feel love but never grasp its meaning in any one moment.
American author and humorist Mark Twain
When
you
fish
for
love,
bait
with
your
heart,
not
your
brain.
