Love…
…is deep and true when one can realize being daily with the person of their affection is not necessary for love to survive. To bear that weight in one’s heart gladly at a distance is a certain mark of a mature and healthy love.
Victorian novelist Mary Anne Evans under pen name George Eliot
What
greater thing
is there
for two
human souls
than to feel
that they
are joined…
to be at one
with each other
in silent
unspeakable
memories.
Love…
…in its richest form is rare. If it touches you, decades later its mark will be felt even if long ago you lost the one in your heart. True love really does last forever.
Taken from a poem posted on http://www.booksie.com/ by Barbarolvr93
Forever in me,
you will be.
Forever my love,
sent from above.
Forever in my life,
you are mine.
Forever in my eyes,
you will always shine.
Forever my star,
seen from afar.
Forever my soul,
you make me whole.
You are the one,
I will love, forever.
Love…
…that burned once leaves embers in the heart that can last a life time. Sometime if fanned just right the remains can leap into flame once again. Some love comes and goes; some arrives and never departs.
English aristocrat, writer, poet and explorer Sir Walter Raleigh
But true love
is a durable fire,
In the mind
ever burning,
Never sick,
never old,
never dead,
From itself
never turning.
Love…
…in its truest form is not bound by the passage of time; much of what once was felt within, remains. Years temper the treasures of the heart and the object of one’s emotion does not need a present tense to continue to be loved.
English Novelist, Critic and Dramatist, Seymour Walpole
The most wonderful
of all things in life,
I believe, is the discovery
of another human being
with whom one’s relationship
has a glowing depth,
beauty and joy…
This inner progressiveness of love
between two human beings
is a most marvelous thing.
It cannot be found by looking for it
or by passionately wishing for it.
It is a sort of Divine accident.
Love…
…once known, lives always. Time may reduce the space someone loved in the past holds in the heart, but they are always there. Whether the learning from each one was what to do or not do, all of love’s experiences form the knowledge of how you know to love.
Taken from a poem called “Perfect Strangers” by Deep Purple
Can you remember my name
As I flow through your life,
A thousand oceans I have flown;
And cold spirits of ice;
I am the echo of your past.
I am returning the echo
of a point in time
Distant faces shine,
A thousand warriors I have known;
And laughing as the spirits appear;
Shadows of another day.
Love…
…is never, never wasted. It benefits the bearer even when affections are not returned. Life without loving is barely worth living.
American author, motivational speaker and professor Leo F. Buscaglia
Love is always
bestowed
as a gift,
freely,
willingly,
and without
expectation.
We don’t love
to be loved;
we love
to love.
Love…
…comes from hope and possibility. It sprouts unexpectedly and unplanned. It grows with patience and understanding. It blossoms with attraction and desire. It fruits with truth and faithfulness.
Taken from Love Without a Doubt by David Taylor
Love is what joins
Love is what flows
Love is what counts
Love is what grows
Love is what’s known.
Love is all around
Love is all about
Love is all we ask
Love is all we give
Love is all I have.
Love wants nothing
Love needs nothing
Love misses nothing
Love excludes nothing
Love is what this is all about.
Love…
…conquers without battle. It overcomes without moving. Love masters without effort. It knows without study. Love inspires without trying. It ‘is’ without attempting to be.
“Whispers of Love” by Rumi (Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī)
Love whispers to my ear,
“Better to be a prey
than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun
and become a speck!
Dwell at My door
and be homeless.
Don’t pretend to be a candle,
be a moth,
so you may taste
the savor of Life
and know the power
hidden in serving”.
Love…
…cares not that we come from different places, that our life experience has been different or that we have decades of living already behind us. What matters is how we are alike, what we might share and the amount of life left to be lived in front of us.
English romantic and philosophical poet William Wordsworth
That though the radiance
which was once so bright
be now forever taken
from my sight.
Though nothing
can bring back the hour
of splendor in the grass;
glory in the flower.
We will grieve not,
rather find strength
in what remains behind.
Love…
…spans distance. If you are across town or we are separated by thousands of miles, the same sun will shine on both of us; the same moon will be in the night sky we see. It’s a simple connection fastened with great strength.
American psychiatrist and author David Viscott
To
love
and
be
loved,
is to
feel
the
Sun
from
both
sides.
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