Love…
…makes a melody from living: holding hands; watching a sunset, comforting each other; eye contact; waking in the morning; a kiss before we part and so much more. All play together to create the harmony that is our love.
American clergyman, social reformer and writer Henry Ward Beecher
Of
all
the
music
that
reached
farthest
into
heaven,
it is the
beating of
a loving heart.
Love…
…for you makes my world better. Colors are brighter. People are nicer (me too!). My hope is stronger. My beliefs are more certain. Rain or shine, any type of weather is beautiful. Seeing with eyes of love improves everything.
Borrowed from a post on relatableblog.com
Anyone can
make you
smile,
many people
can make
you cry,
but it takes
someone
really special
to make you
smile
with tears
in your eyes.
Love…
…brings strength to those it touches. Dreams light up in three dimensions. Hopes become likely to come true. Wishes materialize into tangible forms. Love is a great catalyst of increased happiness.
American amateur poet Christopher Poindexter
It was rather beautiful:
the way he put her
insecurities to sleep.
The way he dove into
her eyes and starved
all the fears
and tasted all the
dreams she kept
coiled beneath
her bones.
Love…
…is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way.
From “Eat, Pray, Love…” by Elizabeth Gilbert
I’m here.
I love you.
I don’t care
if you need
to stay up crying
all night long,
I will stay with you.
There’s nothing
you can ever do
to lose my love.
I will protect you
until you die,
and after your death
I will still protect you.
Love…
…is of the greatest value of anything on Earth. Those lucky enough to have it should cherish the subject of their feelings with their complete presence. With or without a lover the hope of love stirs in all. Everyone is in love or wants to be.
Dutch impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh
The more
I think
about it,
the more
I realize
there is
nothing
more
artistic
than to
love
others.
Love…
…saved me. The caring of friends began my healing, the support of a former lover was good medicine and learning to love myself was the cure. Strength is not always forceful and bold. Love is tender, gentle and arrives softly, but is strong beyond measure.
American psychiatrist and author Karl A. Menninger
Love
cures
people,
both
the
ones
who
give
it
and
the
ones
who
receive
it.
Love…
…brings a particular vocabulary of words used for little other purpose. They are are expressed in a soft, gentle tone used at no time except speaking to one’s beloved. The heart articulates feelings in a way the mind can never do by itself.
From “Brushstrokes of a Gadfly” by E. A. Bucchianeri
Sweetheart, darling, dearest,
it was funny to think that
these endearments,
which used to sound
exceedingly sentimental
in movies and books,
now held great importance,
simple but true verbal affirmations
of how they felt for each other.
They were words only the heart
could hear and understand,
words that could impart
entire pentameter sonnets
in their few, short syllables.
Love…
…in my heart is high like mountains; balanced like level plains; beautifully colorful as a spring meadow and smooth as a worn river stone. The uneven ground of thought, deserts of doubt and rough edges of a routine day are no match for love’s power.
American poet, painter, essayist, and playwright E.E. Cummings
Trust
your
heart
if
the
seas
catch
fire,
live
by
love
though
the
stars
walk
backward.
Love…
…arrives like spring after a cold winter. It brings hope where there was emptiness. The ground breaks sprouting new growth that was lying in wait for love’s warmth so it could burst open with color.
From “Little Men” by 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 part known fact and part enigma; both explainable and inexplicable at the same time. You know for certain when it’s present yet can offer no concrete proof what so ever to anyone else of what you feel.
French-speaking Swiss author Germaine de Staël
Love
is the
emblem
of
eternity;
it confounds
all notion
of time;
effaces
all
memory
of a
beginning;
all fear
of an end.
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