Love…
…does not make reservations or knock on one’s door to signal its arrival. It appears suddenly and unexpectedly. Love comes when it does; no sooner; no later. Love is solely its own master.
From “Lasting Love…” by psychologist and writer Gay Hendricks
Genuine
love
is
between
two
people
who
know
they
are
already
complete.
Love…
…is never constant. It ebbs and flows between crescendo and diminishment. Every story of the heart has its moments of greatest love and those that contain the least amount. It is between the extremes where meaning is found.
English writer, painter and freedom fighter D. H. Lawrence
Love is
the flower of life,
and blossoms
unexpectedly
and without law,
and must be plucked
where it is found,
and enjoyed
for the brief hour
of its duration.
Love…
…overcomes grief and pain, given time. You and I are proof. Years of wandering in the desert of our hearts and souls made ready a fresh space for love to live again.
Chilean poet, diplomat and politician Pablo Neruda
From sorrow
to sorrow
love crosses
its islands
and establishes
roots that
are watered
by weeping.
Love…
…brings hope for the other persons highest good; always wishing the best for him or her. When done without thought or premeditation love shows its utmost form.
Popular short poem with an unknown author
I wish you enough sun
to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain
to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness
to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain
so that the smallest joys
in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain
to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss
to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos
to get you through the final goodbye.
Love…
…comes in a less complicated manner as I become wiser with age. Love has not changed. It is the receiver (me) that is different. My thinking is simpler, my heart more open and my spirit less guarded.
Verse from an old greeting card by Helen Steiner Rice
I’d like to be a rain drop
Just Falling on your hand,
I’d like to be a blade of grass
On which you dear feet stand,
I’d like to be your shadow
As it moves around all day,
I’d like to be most anything
That hangs around your way.
Love…
…shows in the last smile you show just before you drive away, in the kiss you blow to me as you depart and in the afterglow of our last hug just before.
Russian physician, dramatist and author Anton Chekhov
Perhaps
the feelings
that we experience
when we are in love
represent
a normal state.
Being in love
shows a person
who he should be.
Love…
…is invisible, but easy to see; intangible, but solid; unexplainable but easily felt; the greatest treasure on Earth, but free to everyone. Love can never be conquered, but conquers all it touches.
Line spoken by Nicholas Cage in the movie “Next”
There’s an
Italian painter,
named Carlotti,
and he…
defined beauty.
He said it was
the summation
of the parts
working together
in such a way
that nothing
needed to be
added,
taken away
or altered…
Love…
…is an emotion I feel with greater and greater depth as I get older. Just as each heartbeat of this life becomes one less than I had just a moment before, the time to love and be loved is more precious with each day that ticks away.
American writer of contemporary novels Jay Asher
If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star,
late at night, only light.
And if my love
could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.
Love…
…pours adrenaline into the blood, increases blood pressure and accelerates the heart. It moves mind and spirit until all are playing in a spontaneous symphony in near perfect pitch.
Scottish historical novelist and dramatic writer Jane Porter
Happiness is a sunbeam
which may pass through
a thousand bosoms
without losing a particle
of its original ray;
nay, when it strikes
on a kindred heart,
like the converged light
on a mirror,
it reflects itself
with redoubled brightness.
It is not perfected till it is shared.
Love…
…is old. Love is new. Love gives. Love steals. Love fulfills. Loves empties. Love is hopeful. Love is hopeless. Love is bright and colorful. Love is dark and drab. Love is a contradiction filled with ambiguity; but when balanced between its polar opposites love can be wondrously nourishing and satisfying.
Early 20th century American writer L. O. Baird.
May no gift
be too small
to give,
nor too
simple
to receive,
which is
wrapped in
thoughtfulness
and tied with love.
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