Love…
…in my heart is high like mountains; balanced like level plains; beautifully colorful as a spring meadow and smooth as a worn river stone. The uneven ground of thought, deserts of doubt and rough edges of a routine day are no match for love’s power.
American poet, painter, essayist, and playwright E.E. Cummings
Trust
your
heart
if
the
seas
catch
fire,
live
by
love
though
the
stars
walk
backward.
Love…
…can shine a brilliance so bright it blinds the heart. Such is the magic when two people become one. Dream and reality, hope and happening; wish and occurrence are no longer separable.
From “Love Song” by American writer Mary Carolyn Davies
All the wishes
of my mind know
your name,
And the white desires
of my heart
They are acquainted
with you.
The cry of my body
for completeness,
That is a cry
to you.
My blood beats out
your name to me,
Unceasing, pitiless—
Your name,
your name.
Love…
…is the only true “blood” that that keeps people together. It’s stronger than genetics, ancestors, or kin. Love has the power to make “family” of any two people anywhere, anytime.
13th-century Persian Muslim poet and Sufi mystic, Rumi
Your task
is not
to seek
for love,
but merely
to seek
and find
all the barriers
within yourself
that you
have built
against it.
Love…
…perceived as only a smooth path is make-believe. It is overcoming the “downs” of loving that make the “ups” more and more lofty with time. Love that survives long-term is brightly polished by adversities overcome.
From “Letters to a Young Poet” by Austrian writer Ranier Maria Rilke
…only someone who
is ready for everything,
who doesn’t exclude
any experience,
even the most
incomprehensible,
will live the relationship
with another person
as something alive
and will himself sound
the depths of his own being.
Love…
…comes to those who still hope even though they’ve been disappointed; to those who still believe even though they’ve been betrayed; to those who still love even thought they’ve been hurt before.
By an obscure author known only as J.H. Li
There is nothing
more painful
than seeing
someone
you love
loving
someone else.
But there is
nothing more
rewarding than
seeing two
people you love
loving each other.
Love…
…puts color into what is drab; life into what is barren; joy into what is empty. Love is the difference between a life endured and a life lived well.
Playwright, novelist and Pulitzer Prize winner Thornton Wilder
There is
a land of
the living
and a land
of the dead
and the bridge
is love,
the only
survival,
the only
meaning.
Love…
…has value above all. Everything else is either sought earnestly or unconsciously as a substitute for love or as distraction to cover the lack of it. Love is the wizard behind the curtain of all that is worthwhile.
Dutch priest, writer and copyist Thomas a Kempis
Love feels no burden,
regards not labors,
strives toward more
than it attains,
argues not of impossibility,
since it believes that it may
and can do all things.
Therefore it avails for all things,
and fulfils and accomplishes
much where one not a lover
falls and lies helpless.
Love…
…is crazy because I don’t even know when you became so important to me. It’s like watching a snowstorm. You see the flakes falling, but you don’t realize how they’re adding up. Then suddenly, your whole lawn is covered. All these little things have added up, and you’re my snowstorm.
From “The Greatest Love Story…” by British author Lucy Robinson
I want you
to be with
someone
who really,
really
loves you.
A wild love!
A crazy love!
I want yours
to be the
greatest
love story
of all time!
Love…
…lives in one of a kind hearts, each made unique by memories stored and grief accumulated; by kindness stockpiled and good and bad feelings saved; by tenderness collected and heartbreak gathered. These and more plough and cultivate the heart till it becomes either soft and fertile or withered and hard.
German writer, artist, and politician Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
All the
knowledge
I possess
everyone
else can
acquire,
but my
heart
is all
my
own.
Love…
…stirs as no other force can. It is as if the heart was first created for loving and for moving blood through the body afterward.
Little is known about the author, Robert Tizon
I would rather
have eyes that
cannot see;
ears that
cannot hear;
lips that
cannot speak,
than a heart
that cannot love.
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