Love…
… IS! That says what I feel clearer than any quantity of words can.
Brazilian lyricist and novelist Pablo Coelho
Regardless of whether we love
once,
twice,
or
a dozen times
in our life,
we always face a brand-new situation.
Love can send us to hell or paradise,
but it always takes us somewhere.
We simply have to accept it,
because it is what nourishes our existence…
Love…
…and its true meaning only now do I get first real glimpses of. Before I mistook neediness, wanting, fantasy, longing, yearning and craving to be love when actually such is its opposite. As children learn, love’s meaning is slowly being revealed to us.
English novelist, poet, playwright and painter D. H. Lawrence
Those that go
searching for love,
only manifest
their own loveless-ness.
And the loveless
never find love,
only the loving find love.
And they never
have to seek for it.
Love…
…is a spark in my heart from knowing someone cares about me as I really am. You know of the light of my goodness and of the darkness of my wickedness yet gladly, still we “are”.
From “Divan-e Shams” by Rumi translated R. A. Nicholson
Through Love
all that is bitter will be sweet.
Through Love
all that is copper will be gold.
Through Love
all dregs will turn to purest wine.
Through Love
all pain will turn to medicine.
Through Love
the dead will all become alive.
Through Love the
king will turn into a slave!
Love…
…is a fixation of the heart I’ve never understood. I’ve chased it and run away from it. Anxiety has kept it away and trust has brought it close. Desire has given it fire and fear has smothered it. Even in all its confusing ways, I am grateful to be sharing love with you.
“Love” by James Browning
Love:
Amuses and confuses;
Bemuses and misuses;
Enthuses and refuses;
Fuses and bruises;
Chooses and loses;
Excuses and accuses…
All these things and more
Comes with love’s adore.
Love…
…can be denied, but not hidden from one’s self. Nor can it be made to exist by admission when it is not at home within someone. I have been guilty of denial before and admitting what was not wholly true, but for you my love is real both inside and out.
Author, poet and philosopher Henry David Thoreau
Love
must
be
as
much
a light,
as
it is
a flame.
Love…
…is expressed in a volume of meaning without a single word spoken during a hug that lingers when we haven’t seen each other in several days.
Taken from “Love Defined” by Matt Dubois
What is love,
but an emotion,
So strong and so pure,
That nurtured
and shared with another
All tests it will endure.
What is love,
but a force
To bring the mighty low,
With the strength
to shame the mountains
And halt time’s ceaseless flow.
Love…
… between two compatible people can improve happiness and enhance joy; lighten burdens and ease pain; bring solace to disappointment and consolation to failure. Like sugar in tea, love makes life sweeter.
Contemporary American Author of literature & fiction, Jodi Picoult
Love is not an equation,
it is not a contract,
and it is not a happy ending.
Love is the slate under the chalk,
the ground that buildings rise,
and the oxygen in the air.
It is the place you
come back to,
no matter where you’re headed.
Love…
…takes time and time makes love. Moving through its chapters, love is ever-changing and evolving. Even when lasting it’s constantly becoming less or becoming more at the same time. I wonder what our love will be like when we’re ninety?
From “Love and Age” by Thomas Peacock
…though first love’s impassion’d blindness
Has pass’d away in colder light,
I still have thought of you with kindness,
And shall do, till our last good-night.
The ever-rolling silent hours
Will bring a time we shall not know,
When our young days of gathering flowers
Will be an hundred years ago.
Love…
…is a voice that gives comfort; the touch of a hand that encourages; eye contact that speaks without words and a hundred other things you do that tell me you care.
American poet and author Oliver Wendell Holmes
The
sound
of a kiss
is not
so loud
as that
of a cannon,
but
its echo lasts
a great deal longer.
Love…
…is never precisely the same at any two moments. The exact feeling of one hour is not the specific emotion of the next. Love is as inconstant as the sky and like clouds is ever-changing and evolving. Our hearts’ destinies are not within our control but let’s enjoy the journey anyway.
“These Things and More” by James Browning
Love can be as varied as the wind:
a calm and soothing breeze
or a strong and forceful storm,
a warm and soothing stream of air
or an angry and furious hurricane,
a heated gust of passion
or a gentle draft of afterglow.
If time is not found short or hearts lacking,
these things and more we may know.
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