Love…
…is in its highest form when passion simmers down and loving kindness takes the lead. Until lovers become a friends what is shared is fragile like glass and easily broken.
American composer, performer and filmmaker Meredith Monk
That inner voice
has both gentleness
and clarity.
So to get to authenticity,
you really keep going
down to the bone,
to the honesty,
and the inevitability
of something.
Love…
… is not as simple as “I love you”. Those three words are an absolutely true statement about what I feel, but there is much more. I like you. I respect you. I believe in you. I admire you. I trust you. And more…
French Romantic composer Hector Berlioz
It is so rare…
to find a complete person,
with a soul, a heart
and an imagination;
so rare for characters
as ardent and restless
as ours to meet
and to be matched together,
that I hardly know
how to tell you
what happiness
it gives me to know you.
Love…
…is different in middle age. It has its own unique intensity that is far less consumed with desire and far more filled with gentle love like preteen children “like” each other. Falling in ‘love’ is easy. Falling in ‘like’ takes a lot more time.
Popular quote by an original author unknown
It’s so easy
to fall
in love
but hard
to find
someone
who will
catch you.
Love…
…is made more complete by the common interests we enjoy. Watching a concert, holding hands and moving to the rhythm in beat with each other makes it unclear where I end and you begin.
From “Love Poems…” by Lois Wyse
Someone asked me
To name the time
Our friendship stopped
And love began.
Oh, my darling,
That’s the secret.
Our friendship
Never stopped.
Love…
…is in reality, quite new to me; not what I thought love was, but what I am learning love really is. I used to think passion was the first step but with you I am learning becoming true and real friends should come first. Without it, the first flash of fire is often a destroyer.
An anonymous caption found on a Flickr.com photo post
If you’re alone,
I’ll be your shadow.
If you want to cry,
I’ll be your shoulder.
If you want a hug,
I’ll be your pillow.
If you need to be happy,
I’ll be your smile…
But anytime
you need a friend,
I’ll just be me.
Love…
…simple and beautiful can be found watching a caring couple share a meal in a restaurant. The magic is in their almost continuous conversation, the near constant eye contact as they talk and the way they smile at each other: just like you and I!
Original author unknown – Anonymous
When you’re lonely,
I wish you love.
When you’re down,
I wish you joy.
When you’re troubled,
I wish you peace.
When things are complicated,
I wish you simple beauty.
When things look empty,
I wish you hope.
Love…
…is expressed in a volume of meaning without a single word spoken during a hug that lingers when we haven’t seen each other in several days.
Taken from “Love Defined” by Matt Dubois
What is love,
but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured
and shared with another
All tests it will endure.
What is love,
but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength
to shame the mountains
And halt time’s ceaseless flow.
Love…
…takes time and time makes love. Moving through its chapters, love is ever-changing and evolving. Even when lasting it’s constantly becoming less or becoming more at the same time. I wonder what our love will be like when we’re ninety?
From “Love and Age” by Thomas Peacock
…though first love’s impassion’d blindness
Has pass’d away in colder light,
I still have thought of you with kindness,
And shall do, till our last good-night.
The ever-rolling silent hours
Will bring a time we shall not know,
When our young days of gathering flowers
Will be an hundred years ago.
Love…
…carves memories from the usual and commonplace by making the mundane into remarkable and the ordinary into exceptional. Something as common as sharing fortune cookie messages becomes a lastingly memorable moment we’ve shared.
“Thoughts on Love” by James Browning
A loud and deafening roar
hidden in silence;
A brilliant flash of light
concealed in darkness;
A complicated language
too mysterious for words;
A flavor mystifying
and secreted beyond taste;
A touch so delicate
and tender it cannot be felt;
Love is known only
by a sensing of the heart.
Love…
…is easily seen, or the lack of it noticed, by anyone who watches a couple interact. Oblivious of anyone looking a couple shows them self truly to the other and to anyone who observes them from nearby.
English playwright and novelist William Somerset Maugham
We are not the same persons
this year as last;
nor are those we love.
It is a happy chance if we,
changing,
continue to love
a changed person.
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