Love…
…is frequently more evident in what is unspoken than what is said. It only makes sense that something so grand, meaningful and precious as love is impossible to be accurately described or expressed fully in words.
“Hearing Love” by an author unknown
There are things
you would love to hear
that you would never hear
from the person whom
you would like
to hear them from;
but do not be so deaf
as not to hear it
from the one
who says it
from his heart.
Unknown
Love…
…crescendos when we see each other after being apart for a few weeks. Anticipation becomes a sweet rhythm in the heart and the moment when we are together again brings a rush of positive feelings.
Best selling American author L. J. Smith
You don’t
love someone
because of their looks
or their clothes
or their car.
You love them
because they sing
a song only
your heart
can understand.
Love…
…had has stirred our spirits together and connected us at the heart. For how long is an unnecessary question, for once combined we can never be completely separated.
American author of young adult literature Carolyn Mackler
I love
being
reminded
that existence
itself is
all about
the tangling
of souls.
Love…
…is getting photos from you on a far away holiday and reading the words of excitement you have in sharing them with me. One of the best things about loving and being loved is each becomes a witness to the details of the others life.
Author, Artist and Singer-Songwriter Kelli Jae Baeli
The trust and longevity
of a relationship
between two individuals
is established through time
and learning each other,
and discovering a harmony
at the core of their connection.
And it becomes powerful
because of where it resides;
at the center of who we are;
the very essence of our being.
Love…
…shows clearly in how comfortable I am with you. Never do I wish to be anything but the “me” I truly am. The open acceptance I feel from you strengthens my confidence and belief in myself. It brings out the best of me.
Nineteenth Century 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…
…is truest in simple things like a smile when one enters a room and sees the other; eyes momentarily locked with love spoken plainly without a single word being uttered.
From “A Man’s Requirements” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.
Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur Love me!
Love…
…is the natural order of things. The very reason for men and women’s existence is to love and be loved. Ultimately there is nothing else worth having.
Taken from “Resignation” by Nikki Giovanni
I love you
because the Earth turns around the sun,
because the North wind blows north
sometimes,
because the Pope is Catholic,
and most Rabbis Jewish,
because winters flow into springs,
and the air clears after a storm,
because only my love for you,
despite the charms or gravity
keeps me from falling off this Earth
into another dimension.
I love you
because it is the natural order of things…
Love…
…is at times not having a clue where things are going or even precisely what emotions are being felt. When one can let go the desire for certainty, true love has the best chance to arrive, grow and last.
French literary Critic Charles-Augustin Sainte-Beuve
For true love
is inexhaustible;
the more
you give,
the more
you have.
And if you go to draw
at the true fountainhead,
the more water you draw,
the more abundant
is its flow.
Love…
…is illogical. It can’t be explained with formulas or mathematics. Do it anyway. Love is a mystery. It can’t be solved by reasoning or analysis. Do it anyway. Love is the spirit of God lighted within and needs no other explanation. Do it!
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…
…is felt the most profoundly by those who have known the least of it: those starved for love. Like a few morsels can bring life to one starving, just a little love can save a dying heart.
American novelist and screenwriter Nicholas Sparks
Someday
you’ll
find
someone
special
again.
People who’ve
been in love
once usually do.
It’s in their nature.
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