To love is meaningful. To be loved means more. But to be loved by the person I love brings everything: joy, understanding, forgiveness, passion, friendship, tenderness and devotion.
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I know you, but have no first-hand knowledge. I feel you near, but far away. I have held out for a long time always believing in something I can’t explain. As sure as sunrise you’re waiting for me… somewhere.
From “Water for Elephants” by American/Canadian writer Sara Gruen
I want her
I want to
for the rest
of my days
in my skin.
…makes me wish grand things and imagine bold dreams. If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you made me smile, I would have the whole night sky in the palm of my hand.
… of the lasting kind is uncommon and rare. It’s not difficult to find someone who tells you they love you. It’s very difficult to find someone who actually means it. My darling, I have never meant anything as much as “I love you”.
…has painted a masterpiece on my heart. Down to the smallest detail, cupid’s artistry is engraved upon my soul. All who witness you and I together know we are the art of love at its best.
…stirs deeply when we look at each other. Making eye contact with you is one the single most uplifting experiences I have ever known. In those moments we connect to be one living and breathing being; apart, no longer complete.
From “Deliriium” by American author Lauren Oliver
As soon as I look up,
his eyes click onto my face.
The breath whooshes
out of my body and
for a second, as though
I’m looking at him
through my camera lens,
zoomed in all the way,
the world pausing
for that tiny span of time
between the opening
and closing of the shutter.
…that is given time, heals. Our days apart brought a clear knowing of how much you mean to me. Alone in the quiet within myself, I listened to my heart and it whispered loudly, “you love him still with all that you are”.
Dutch-born Catholic priest and writer Henri Nouwen
…to be happiest should have qualities that allow lovers to be foolish and silly like small children playing joyfully together without inhibition. The openness to naturally “be” without any worry about how each is perceiving the other: that’s true love.
…can make a walk in the woods a tenderly secret adventure known only and for always to the two who shared it. Untold to anyone else, the rapture of that afternoon remains pure and unspoiled and will until after our last breaths are drawn.
Author of “Codependent No More”, Melody Beattie
so much in
of the heart
and the soul;
that the answer
to do next is in our
All we have to do
… arrives with beautiful mysteries; “Have I somehow known you before? How else can the uncommon familiarity I feel with you be possible? Is the familiar I see in you a reflection of me in you or you in me?” The heart knows secrets it never fully reveals.