Love…
…reveals and illustrates me truly as I truly am. There is no exhibition greater that can be shown of me than who and what I allow into my heart. To love is to be stripped bare to one’s most fundamental nature for anyone to see.
Spanish philosopher and essayist Ortega Y. Gasset
In their choice
of lovers,
both male
and female
reveal their
true nature.
The type of
human being
we prefer
reveals the
contours of
our heart.
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…
…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 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…
…requires being stripped down emotionally to allow our ugly, even repulsive, elements to be fully known by another person. The more held back, the more incapable of being fully loved a person is.
American short story writer and novelist Elizabeth Gilbert
To be
fully seen
by somebody…
and be loved
anyhow –
this is
a human
offering
that can border
on miraculous.
Love…
…always make more of a person than they were before. Any person is a little kinder and softer when love takes up residence in the heart. It is a welcome visitor, sometimes invited, but always arriving unexpectedly.
American fantasy and romance writer Laurell Kaye Hamilton
Only love of a good woman
will make a man question
every choice, every action.
Only love makes a warrior
hesitate for fear that his lady
will find him cruel.
Only love makes a man
both the best he will ever be,
and the weakest.
Sometimes all in the same moment.
Love…
…is the strongest energy on Earth. Nothing can move mountains or soothe a savage as well; nor inspire as it can; nor make one feel as safe and secure. Love is radiant warmth to the heart as the sun is to the body.
Taken from a thought by American poet Susan Polis Schutz
This life is yours.
Take the power to choose
what you want to do
and do it well.
Take the power
to love
what you want in life
and love it
honestly.
No one else can
do it for you.
Love…
…has proof in a glance so quick others do not see. Even momentary eye contact between two in love can speak unmistakably in a way words could never express.
Poet and novelist C. Joybell C.
You only need
one man to love you.
But him to love you
free like a wildfire,
crazy like the moon,
always like tomorrow,
sudden like an inhale
and overcoming like the tides.
Love…
…is a confounding puzzle; a miraculous riddle; an eternal enigma. Yet to thrive the soul must have it. Love: so necessary, so emotionally dangerous and so worth the risk.
From “I Ching”, the Chinese “Book of Changes”
When
two people
are at one
in their
inmost hearts,
they shatter even
the strength
of iron
or of bronze.
Love…
…is not blind; love sees. It sees clearly the weak points and the faults of the other, but loves just the same. One does not love another’s faults. We love past them.
French novelist and playwright Henri De Montherlant
We
like
someone
“because”.
We
love
someone
“although”.
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