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…
…was new those two summers you visited your grandparents for a few weeks. Young as we were, our hearts found love for the first time. Holding hands, hugging and kissing was never more pure and innocent. Remembering stirs my soul.
Young American poet and writer Kayla Carson
You
know
you
love
him
when
you can’t
sleep at
night and
get up
early
to talk
to him
the next
morning.
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.
Love…
…requires two kindred sparks to make a single shared flame. Over time each must fuel the other in some semblance of balance or their fire will flounder.
American clergyman and social reformer Henry Ward Beecher
Love cannot
endure
indifference.
It needs to
be wanted.
Like a lamp,
it needs
to be fed
out of the oil
of another’s
heart,
or its flame
burns low.
Love…
…forms a sort of single-mindedness within its bearer. All though the day’s waking hours and dreams in the night, one’s beloved becomes the single most thought about, most wished and most dearly held contemplation.
Canadian poet, novelist and environmental activist Margaret Atwood
I would
like to be
the air
that inhabits
you for a
moment
only.
I would
like to be
that unnoticed
and that
necessary.
Love…
…arrives like spring after a cold winter. It brings hope where there was emptiness. The ground breaks sprouting new growth that was lying in wait for love’s warmth so it could burst open with color.
From “Little Men” by American novelist Louisa May Alcott
Love is a flower
that grows
in any soil,
works its
sweet miracles
undaunted by
autumn frost
or winter snow,
blooming fair
and fragrant
all the year,
and blessing
those who give
and those
who receive.
Love…
…has me dreaming about you. Most every night there are moments I share with you while sleep has its grip on me. Some feel very real. I suspect you are dreaming the same thing at the same time I am.
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If the
only place
where I
could see
you was
in my
dreams,
I’d
sleep
forever.
Love…
…makes each person a searcher who hopes for a discovery that shines a bright light into his or her heart. When found, the radiance of love is reflected outward onto everything adding more color to life and more joy to living.
From “The Joys of Love” by Madeleine L’Engle
I feel as though
I’m not breathing
when I’m out
of his presence.
He’s the oxygen
in my air,
the sun
in my universe,
the staff
of my life.
Love…
…enriches the soul and powers the heart with a stronger beat. From top to bottom, it hollows out a person to make room for itself. Whether high or low, love brings a depth of feeling known no other way.
American Teacher, Writer and Recovery Leader Karen Casey
Truly loving
another means
letting go
of all
expectations.
It means
full
acceptance,
even
celebration
of another’s
personhood.
Love…
…cares nothing about boundaries that countries claim or the politics of nations. Though the words to express it are different, the power of love is the same in every tongue. It is the universal language.
Old Hindu proverb from the Indian subcontinent
Love
heeds
not caste,
nor sleep
a broken
bed.
I went
in search
of love
and
lost
myself
instead.
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