Month: July 2013

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Shouts Its Name Silently

Love…
…is easy to spot when real and true. There’s an invisible glow about a loving couple in good and bad times. Such love can’t be faked. Genuine and faithful hearted love shouts it name silently.

From “The Name of the Wind” by American writer Patrick Rothfuss
slowdanceMy parents
danced together,
her head
on his chest.
Both had
their eyes closed.
They seemed so
perfectly content.
The image of them
gently swaying
to the music
is how
I picture love
in my mind
even after
all these years.

 

Sketch by Fantasy Artist E. Baque
http://thefairygodfather.com/blog/2009/10/26/sketch-journal/couple-of-sketches-and-update/

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Not Something We Give or Get

Love…
…is enduring and durable. When two people are meant for each other; no time is too long; no distance too far; no obstacle too difficult; no pain too great. For you, I would endure anything.

American author, public speaker and research professor Brene Brown
love-old editLove is not
something
we give or get;
it is something
that we nurture
and grow,
a connection
that can only
be cultivated
between
two people
when it exists
within each
one of them…

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Two Hearts in Unison

Love…
…is what allows a person to be their most vulnerable with the belief he or she will not get hurt. It’s an almost blind faith that more often than not is undeserved. But when the risk pays off, the angels sing with two hearts in unison.

American author, public speaker and research professor Brene Brown
7019473267_78f33f85f8We cultivate
love when we
allow our most
vulnerable and
powerful selves
to be deeply
seen and known,
and when we
honor the spiritual
connection that
grows from that
offering with trust,
respect,
kindness
and affection.

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Not a Choice

Love…
…has to be a little crazy to be good. Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building. Your brain tells you it is not a good idea, but your heart tells you that you can fly.

From “Bel Canto” by American writer Ann Patchett
Croatian couple who jumped into the ocean in their wedding clothes

Love
was
action.

It
came
to
you.

It
was
not
a
choice.

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Till Forever

Love…
…was exciting when we met and were getting to know each other. The initial exhilaration has mellowed over time into the greatest joy I have known. The life we share is the source of my joy.

Anonymous saying by a writer unknown
love-friendship-7Falling
in love
is only
half
of what
I want.
Staying
in love
with you
till forever
is the
other.

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Beyond My Control

Love…
…for you has never been something I could hold back. Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was completely beyond my control.

From “The Unsung Love Story” by Cristina Patchett
love-flamesLove
is a
wild
fire
that
cannot
be
contained
by any
mere
element
known
to man.

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Never As Deeply

Love…
…separated by years, is still the same love. Though we were long ago parted, there is a place in my heart no one else will ever touch. I have loved since and may love yet again, but never as deeply as I love you.

Dutch-Born Catholic priest and spiritual writer Hans Nouwens
20100701-woman-contemplating-600x411In
true
love
the
smallest
distance
is too
great,
and the
greatest
distance
can be
bridged

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Not Only…

Love…
…is magic. Someone asked me what the happiest day of my life was. I closed my eyes and felt a joyful tear run down my face as I thought back to the day when you first told me you loved me.

19th Century Victorian poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Its-My-Love-Story_20013EDIT2I love you
not only for
what you are,
but for what
I am when
I am with you.
I love you
not only for
what you
have made
of yourself,
but for
what you
are making
of me.

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Only Sensible Way to Love

Love…
…can be unavoidably insane when the emotion is deep and true. To carry a flame for a person one hasn’t seen in years and years is crazy. But I’d rather be thought an unwise and silly fool than to give up the love in my heart I carry for you.

French playwright, novelist, and screenwriter Françoise Sagan
1252715002mh84sn1I have
loved
to the point
of madness;
that which
is called
madness;
that which
to me,
is the only
sensible way
to love.

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When You’re Away

Love…
…fills me when a man walks by wearing your cologne. I think of that scent as yours alone and never quite right on anyone else. Did you know when you’re away I go to sleep on your pillow so I can smell you?

American writer, lecturer, and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson
sleeping_2156430b EDITLove
is a
perfume
you
cannot
pour
onto
others
without
getting
a few
drops on
yourself.