Love…
…makes no logical sense. It requires believing faithfully in something intangible that carries immense inherent risk. Joy must be far greater than fear for love to flourish.
From “Vanishing Acts” by American writer Jodi Picoult
Love is not an equation,
it is not a contract,
and it is not
a happy ending.
Love is the slate
under the chalk,
the ground
that buildings rise,
and the oxygen in the air.
It is the place
you come back to,
no matter
where your headed.
Love…
…can be denied, but remains true. It can be outrun, but only for a time. Love shines even in darkness and through time. It is the solace found in a kiss, a hug and an embrace. Love is the comforting shade of another’s soul.
From a letter by Magdalene to Willie posted on lovingyou.com
I know
there’s an ocean
between us,
and I wish
that it weren’t true,
for every day
when I arise,
I yearn to be with you.
Though a lot of distance
lies between us,
you’ll always be
in my mind and my heart,
And every night
beneath the stars,
I pray for the day
we’ll never be part.
Love…
…truest and most rare, carves itself indelibly into memory. I attempted to forget you and for a time thought I succeeded. All I accomplished was to outrun love temporarily. Then when I wasn’t expecting it you caught up with me.
From “Clockwork Prince” by Cassandra Clare (Judith Rumelt)
I could not tell you
if I loved you
the first moment
I saw you, or if it was
the second or third
or fourth.
But I remember
the first moment
I looked at you
walking toward me
and realized
that somehow
the rest of the world
seemed to vanish
when I was with you.
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…
… 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…
…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…
…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.
Love…
…like gravity, pulls me toward you. I am helpless to withstand its force. What draws me in your direction is centered in my heart and glows brightly like a newly lighted sun.
Quote from unknown writer, Philippos Aristotelous
When you feel cold
and warm at the same time,
when you read over the same line
for the tenth time,
when your heart and thoughts
somehow appear to rhyme,
and when a simple name
conquers your whole mind,
then you are
in deep trouble my friend…
you are in what they call, “love”.
Love…
…adores the rain. It magnifies the senses while sitting quietly absorbing the sights and sounds of a thunderstorm. Through distance the same sky that brings the rain connects the two of us underneath it.
“Slake – A Rainy Love Poem” by British poet Holly Anne
It’s pouring outside.
It brings your licked-lip
smile to mind. Kind rain
plopping heavy to skin:
dusty to shimmering
in a summer storm
instant. Flash floods.
Drenched our shirts,
swayed our spines.
Flip-flopped toes curled
thirsty in puddles, drops
bounced and burst.
You were my dewy drink.
Washed me clean inside
and out. Slaked every
ache. It’s pouring outside.
It’s beautiful – so are you,
still. Tonight I am parched.
Love…
… says we should commit the perfect crime. I’ll steal your heart and you’ll steal mine. Then we’ll make a perfect getaway together and live the life we’ve only dared dream of.
“A Time For Us” by a writer unknown
Just like the sun
goes down at night.
Just like the moon
and stars come out
to light up the sky.
Just like every spring
has gloomy days
full of thunderous rain
before new flowers bloom.
Just like the river
travels long rough miles
through cities and towns just to
flow into the sea for eternity.
There will be a time for us.
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