Month: November 2012

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Love Will Melt All Hearts

Love…
…can not heal your aches and pains, but I hope your knowing what is in my heart makes them a little easier to bear. “You” matter to me more than I have words to explain!

American author and magazine publisher, Og Mandino
I will greet this day with love in my heart.
For this is the greatest secret of success
in all ventures. Muscles can split a shield
and even destroy life itself
but only the unseen power of love
can open the hearts of man.
And until I master this act
I will remain no more than a peddler
in the marketplace. I will make love
my greatest weapon and none on who I call
can defend upon its force…
my love will melt all hearts liken to the sun
whose rays soften the coldest day.

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Ripple Through Time

Love…
…echoes forward through generations. Though my time was long ago, I wrote down what was in my heart and left it behind. My words ripple through time to others who will understand my love for you.

Written by Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning May 6, 1846
I have been drawn back into life
by your means and for you…
and I think of you with
an unspeakable gratitude always!
No other could have done this for me –
it was not possible,
except by you.
Wholly
and ever
yours I am.

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Frozen In Time

Love…
…can reach through time as if a year is a day. First true loves never fade and though decades may pass the one who first found their way into a heart remains safe there: a young teenage face perfectly clear in mind; frozen in time.

American fiction writer of seven novels Elizabeth Noble
Before
we
belonged
to
anyone
else,
we
were
each
other’s.

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Only Way To Love

Love…
…is a simple complication. Or is it complicatedly simple? If complicated means “difficult to analyze or understand” and simple means “unassuming, unpretentious and sincere”, the love we share is both at the same time.

From “Thirst” by Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver
..from the complications
of loving you
I think there
is no end
or return;
no answer,
no coming
out of it;
which is the
only way to love,
isn’t it?

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Sharing the Same Air

Love…
…is a quiet evening on the couch together watching a movie: nothing fancy; no hot romance; no incredibly memorable moments, just you and me sharing the same air, enjoying each other’s presence and needing nothing else.

20th-century American writer Kurt Vonnegut
Enjoy the
little things
in life,
for one
day you’ll
look back
and realize
they were
big things.

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Patiently Waits

Love…
…comes through the miles clearly when I’m away. It’s a soothing comfort that gives me strength to know someone cares, hopes for my safety and patiently waits for my return.

An anonymous quote by a writer unknown
Let
love
come
to you.
Be patient.
In
fairy tales
they don’t
find each
other until
the last page.

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Tell Them

Love…
…is two dimensional until spoken. You can love with all your heart but until you tell the person you care about how you feel something is lacking. It’s like the different between a black and white photograph and one in color.

Saying by an anonymous author
If
you
love
someone
tell them,
for hearts
are often
broken by
words left
unspoken.

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Suddenly and Unexpectedly

Love…
…does not make reservations or knock on one’s door to signal its arrival. It appears suddenly and unexpectedly. Love comes when it does; no sooner; no later. Love is solely its own master.

From “Lasting Love…” by psychologist and writer Gay Hendricks
Genuine
love
is
between
two
people
who
know
they
are
already
complete.

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Where Meaning Is Found

Love…
…is never constant. It ebbs and flows between crescendo and diminishment. Every story of the heart has its moments of greatest love and those that contain the least amount. It is between the extremes where meaning is found.

English writer, painter and freedom fighter D. H. Lawrence
Love is
the flower of life,
and blossoms
unexpectedly
and without law,
and must be plucked
where it is found,
and enjoyed
for the brief hour
of its duration.

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Watered By Weeping

Love…
…overcomes grief and pain, given time. You and I are proof. Years of wandering in the desert of our hearts and souls made ready a fresh space for love to live again.

Chilean poet, diplomat and politician Pablo Neruda
From sorrow
to sorrow
love crosses
its islands
and establishes
roots that
are watered
by weeping.