Love…
…is knowing someone down to their childish silliness and learning to love them for it. It’s seeing clearly what at first one wishes would change, then realizing it’s a piece of the beloved that unexpectedly makes the person all the more loveable.
American author, biographer and novelist Elizabeth M. Gilbert
To be
fully seen
by somebody,
then,
and be
loved anyhow –
this is a human
offering
that can
border
on miraculous.
Love…
…is neither impatient nor fleeting. Desire may cause one to try reaching through time, but desire is not love. A fancy of the heart will last only a season like a Spring tulip. But love, deep and true, is patient and lasting. It waits always.
From “Brushstrokes of a Gadfly” by E. A. Bucchianeri
Sweetheart, darling, dearest,
it was funny to think
that these endearments,
which used to sound
exceedingly sentimental
in movies and books,
now held great importance,
simple but true
verbal affirmations
of how they felt
for each other.
They were words
only the heart could hear
and understand,
words that could impart
entire pentameter sonnets
in their few, short syllables.
Love…
…is sitting quietly, listening to romantic music and letting my imagination have unfettered freedom. In those moments nothing seems impossible. It feels as if the more I imagine what might be the more likely it becomes.
From “Three Little Words” by Jessica Thompson
I believe that love
is an overwhelming,
all-consuming force,
and when its genuine
you can’t really ignore it.
No matter
how long it takes.
It knocks down
your door by force.
It keeps you
awake at night.
It plagues
your thoughts
and burns your soul.
Love…
… does not spoil or have an expiration date. It may allowed to fade away, be ill-attended or simply fall down forgotten, but it is never useless. Long or short, lasting or temporary, there is nothing more valuable than loving and being loved.
English novelist and poet Emily Brontë (1818-1848)
Whatever
our
souls
are
made
of,
his
and
mine
are
the
same.
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
I trust
so much in
the power
of the heart
and the soul;
I know
that the answer
to what
we need
to do next is in our
own hearts.
All we have to do
is listen…
Love…
…cares nothing about our plans, where we think we’re headed or what choices we have made. Love seeks only its mirrored self reflected back from another heart and will defy all logic, rational thought and common sense to obtain it.
Hungarian journalist writer and poet János Arany
In
dreams
and
in
love
there
are
no
impossibilities.
Love…
…is a complicated and compelling mystery; a story everyone wants to have a happy ending. All love brings happiness; some stay happy and many don’t. It is the risk of it all that makes loving and being loved so precious.
From “Lucky” by English Novelist, Jackie Collins
Falling in love is like
getting hit by a truck
and yet not being
mortally wounded;
Just sick to your stomach,
high one minute,
low the next.
Starving hungry
but unable to eat.
Hot, cold, forever horny,
full of hope and enthusiasm,
with momentary depressions
that wipe you out.
Love…
…means to give everything, lose one’s self in another and later unexpectedly find it all returned but made better. When there is no risk too great, nothing too valuable to give and your life itself would seem fair payment, the price will have been paid that sets one free to love.
American actress, Katherine Hepburn
Love
has
nothing
to do
with what
you are
expecting
to get,
only
with what
you are
expecting
to give,
which is
everything.
Love…
…can be of the forgettable kind, while sweet and kind, becomes forgotten rapidly later. Love can be of a painful variety that dissipates slowly, but is gone by the time the wounds heal. And love can be of the kind that moves into your soul and never leaves because you don’t want it to.
Writer, poet and philosopher James Browning
You stormed
all my senses,
Left a fever
in my heart.
With its mystery
and suspense,
Love came
to never depart.
Across the years,
never to fade
Carried secretly
inside, but mislaid.
Love…
…comes once in a great while in a type rare like a precious jewel. If this kind of love infects you there is no cure. Never will you be able to shake it. You can run from it, deny it or even try to kill it and still it will be in your blood always.
Spoken by ‘Henri’ in the move “The Time Traveler’s Wife”
I met a girl.
And since I’ve
been with her,
I feel safe.
I haven’t felt
that way
for a long time.
Not since
I was a kid.
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