Most Sought After

Love…
…makes everyone a daydreamer either about the love he or she has found or hopes for. Anyone who says otherwise is not telling the truth. Loving and being loved is the most sought after prize on Earth.

Brazilian lyricist and novelist Paulo Coelho
I_dream_of_love_by_WildRainOfIceAndFireTell your
heart that
the fear
of suffering
is worse
than the
suffering itself.
And no
heart has
ever suffered
when it
goes in
search of
its dream.

The Entire Evening Sky

Love…
…can endure. Though years and decades; misery and happiness; accomplishment and failure; joy and heartbreak; in life, and I suspect after death. I have loved you best, most and above all.

Love Quote by a writer unknown/anonymous
Milky%20Way%203%20new-LEDITIf I could reach up
and hold a star
for every time
you’ve made
me smile,
the entire
evening sky
would be
in the palm
of my hand.

Secret Song in a Single Heart

Love…
…unrequited is still love. Some of the greatest romances told were known only to one person with unreciprocated love carried as a secret song in a single heart.

From Don Juan by Anglo-Scottish poet Lord Byron
one songThen
there were sighs,
the deeper for suppression,
And
stolen glances,
sweeter for the theft,
And
burning blushes,
tho’ for no transgression,
Tremblings when met,
and restlessness when left.

Do you Long for Me?

I love…
…how you get “goose bumps” and shutter with delight when I kiss and nibble on your left shoulder. In such moments we melt together. Reality beyond us no longer exists.

From the song “Do You Long For Me Tenderly” by Elsa Schieder,
Angel Navarro photodo you long for me tenderly
do you long for my embrace
do you long for me tenderly
do you long to touch softly
your palm to my face
do you long to hold me
do you long to caress
do you long to love me
with tenderness

Now I Believe

Love…
… has my heart singing in harmony with yours. Had someone suggested I’d mellow into such happiness, I’d not have accepted it was possible. Now I believe. Now I’m in love. Now I know joy I never imagined feasible.

French romantic, poet and novelist Victor Hugo
man_singing_to_girlWhat
a grand
thing,
to
be
loved!
What
a grander
thing
still,
to
love!

Not Always Forceful

Love…
…saved me. The caring of friends began my healing, the support of a former lover was good medicine and learning to love myself was the cure. Strength is not always forceful and bold. Love is tender, gentle and arrives softly, but is strong beyond measure.

American psychiatrist and author Karl A. Menninger
2b7071c0dd5430850a5d5cdin7 photo for blog editLove
cures
people,
both
the
ones
who
give
it
and
the
ones
who
receive
it.

So This Is Love

Love…
…is taking me where I’ve not been before. At times you leave me barely able to speak. At others you inspire me to write about my love for you with a depth and quantity I have never expressed to anyone before.


From “So This Is Love” from Cinderella (David/Hoffman/Livingston)

original editSo this
is love.
So this
is what
makes life
divine.
I’m all
aglow,
And now
I know
the key
to all heaven
is mine.

It’s Here

Love…
…lasted long enough. Our first chance was long ago when we were too young and immature to successfully make a life together. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine we’d get a second chance. Oh, my love, it’s here!

From “The Book of Happy Endings…” by Elise Valmorbida
Favim_com-33789EIDTOld love, I thought I’d never see the time
because of all we’ve done and often said
when I’d be yours, my dear, and you’d be mine.
And what relief to soften, and resign
the battle of the heart over the head.
old love, I thought I’d never see the time
When qualms and cold feet that could undermine
all we’ve held out for, dissipate instead
now that I’m yours, my dear and you are mine.
I’m still amazed how our two lives align
the two of us! A pair! Take it as read,
old love, I thought I’d never see the time
The tangle of our jumpers in the line,
the battle for the blankets in our bed
confirm that I am yours, and you are mine.
So then, this is my pledge, my valentine:
my hand’s in yours for all that lies ahead.
Oh love, there’s never been a better time
now that I’m yours, and finally, you’re mine.

Love Is Permanent

Love…
…never fades completely away regardless of what happens. Sometimes love pales to a faint ember. For others the coals glow brilliant red always. Large or small, love is permanent. It can’t be thrown away, cast aside or extinguished.

Newspaper editor, poet, novelist and biographer Laura Benet
Path-of-love[3]If the
sum
of
living
be
love’s
fee,
Tremble.
You
are
my
one
eternity.

Highly Desirable Malfunction

Love…
…is a wildly misunderstood, although highly desirable, malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.

American author and social commentator Fran Lebowitz
7F8BC90633FA417984AA49F50A618ABFRomantic
love
is
mental
illness.
But
it’s
a
pleasurable
one.