…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
in this world,
be able to do
to hold it
depends on it;
the time comes,
to let go.
Archive for the ‘Mystery of love’ Category
…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
there were sighs,
the deeper for suppression,
sweeter for the theft,
tho’ for no transgression,
Tremblings when met,
and restlessness when left.
…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.
…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.
…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.
…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
If you told
me today our
I would still
choose to be
with you because
I believe that
truly living life
is in the experiences
not the outcomes.
…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.
…”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.
…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.
…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
All you can do
is imagine by
in a while.