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…
…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…
…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…
…felt today is rooted in the remains of every past love I have known. As a tree decays and makes fertile the ground for new growth, loves gone by lie in broken pieces at the base of my heart so new love has rich fodder to grow in.
Swiss poet and mystic Johann Kasper Lavater
Each heart is a world…
You find within yourself
that you find without.
To know yourself
you have only
to set down
a true statement
of those that ever loved
… you.
Love…
…requires only a small degree of hope to begin. Without at least a little hope love becomes a small thing we plan on having sometime, somewhere that never has a chance to take root and prosper.
Irish novelist and short story writer Elizabeth Bowen
When you
love
someone,
all your
saved-up
wishes
start
coming
out.
Love…
…bridges gaps, fills crevices and lights the unknown. It allows a person known only for days to feel like an old friend and one known for years to seem like they have always been there at your side.
Irish novelist and poet James Joyce
His heart danced
upon her movements
like a cork upon a tide.
He heard what
her eyes said
to him from beneath
their cowl
and knew that
in some dim past,
whether in life
or revery, he had heard
their tale before.
Love…
…the first time is like nothing else. Love the last time is beyond even that. First love arrives in youth when it is hoped for and even expected. Love the last time comes unexpectedly after one has lost hope of it ever appearing again.
Theoretical physicist and philosopher Albert Einstein
How on earth
are you ever
going to explain
in terms of
chemistry
and physics
so important
a biological
phenomenon
as first love?
Love…
…can make someone you met only days ago feel familiar beyond explanation. It feels as if you fell in love with the person long before you met them, but did not know it yet.
Taken from “New Love” by Matthew Baldwin
From the first
lingering glance
Shared by a pair
of prying hearts
To the last
dizzying dance
Performed by two sets
of intricate
intimate
parts
I knew you.
Love…
…and its contradictions and inconsistencies are blissfully maddening. Nothing on Earth is so sought after yet understood so little. It is in loving that humans are best taught the lesson of hope: without love there is no faith and without faith there can be no love.
13th-century Persian poet and mystic Rumi
The minute
I heard
my first
love story,
I started
looking
for you,
not knowing
how blind
that was.
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