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Love…
…puts an unavoidable craving toward another into mind, heart and soul; a thirst only the beloved can quench. Even if two lovers abide for only a time that makes their love no less true and real.

American poet and Pulitzer Prize winner Mary Oliver

man_woman_kiss-1To live
in this world,
you must
be able to do
three things:
to love
what is
mortal;
to hold it
against
your bones
knowing
your life
depends on it;
and when
the time comes,
to let go.

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Love…
…unrequited is still love. Some of the greatest romances told were known only to one person with unreciprocated love carried as a secret song in a single heart.

From Don Juan by Anglo-Scottish poet Lord Byron
one songThen
there were sighs,
the deeper for suppression,
And
stolen glances,
sweeter for the theft,
And
burning blushes,
tho’ for no transgression,
Tremblings when met,
and restlessness when left.

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Love…
…never fades completely away regardless of what happens. Sometimes love pales to a faint ember. For others the coals glow brilliant red always. Large or small, love is permanent. It can’t be thrown away, cast aside or extinguished.

Newspaper editor, poet, novelist and biographer Laura Benet
Path-of-love[3]If the
sum
of
living
be
love’s
fee,
Tremble.
You
are
my
one
eternity.

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Love…
…is mystery. No, it is happiness; or a communion of kindred spirits; or maybe love is a tender touch and a gentle hand. Surely it must be passion, hope and the stuff of dreams. Love is all these things and a hundred more like them.

German philosopher, poet and composer Friedrich Nietzsche
handing off my heartWhat else
is love but
understanding
and rejoicing
in the fact
that another
person lives,
acts, and experiences…

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Love…
…is a paradox when two have given their heart to one other. If each one loves the other until it hurts, there is no more hurt, only more love. Love is repaid by love alone.

Nineteenth Century Irish writer and poet Oscar Wilde
LOVE-HANDSTo give
and not
expect
return,
that is
what
lies
at the
heart
of
love.

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Love…
…is found much like a determined prospector digging for gold; one has to have a belief he or she is going to find it in the first place. ‘Striking it rich’ in love becomes probable only with an unwavering conviction it is possible.

From “Love and Truth” by American writer Kathryn Vance-Perez
3060730616_9aca98177aEDITIf you told
me today our
being together
would result
in heartbreak
I would still
choose to be
with you because
I believe that
truly living life
is in the experiences
not the outcomes.

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Love…
…frequently does not allow a person to know when and where it really began. It accumulates like water filling a lake behind a damn. Then one day it starts to spill over, for good or naught.

American writer and philosopher Richard Bach
black-older-couple-e1314268636692

True
love
stories
never
have
endings.

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Love…
…”IS”; simply and unequivocally. There is no absolute proof it exists or a certain plausible explanation for how it works. With a knowing that exceeds rational thought there is no doubt; love was, is and shall be always.

Poet, fiction-writer and philosopher C. Joybell C.
HuggingCoupleBefore,
I wanted
to say:
“I found love!”
But now,
I want
to say:
“I found a person.
And he belongs
to me and
I belong to him.

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Love…
…is the only true “blood” that that keeps people together. It’s stronger than genetics, ancestors, or kin. Love has the power to make “family” of any two people anywhere, anytime.

13th-century Persian Muslim poet and Sufi mystic, Rumi
2256066221_d710b7ffeeYour task
is not
to seek
for love,
but merely
to seek
and find
all the barriers
within yourself
that you
have built
against it.

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Love…
…is a mystery to never completely solved. It is a question for which no complete answers exist. Every heart loves differently making as many different kinds of love as there are people.

From “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman” by Haruki Murakami
valentine border editI sometimes
think that
people’s hearts
are like
deep wells.
Nobody knows
what’s at
the bottom.
All you can do
is imagine by
what comes
floating to
the surface
every once
in a while.

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