Love…
…survives in spite of famine, tragedy and illness. When life is most challenging what is in the heart is spilled forth in the greatest measure. Love is neither remedy nor cure, but makes bitter medicine easier to swallow.
From the novel “Today Only” by American author D. Love
What I want
from you
is simple.
I want
today only.
If it’s laughter,
I want it.
If it’s pain,
I want it.
Whatever
today holds,
as long as
the day
holds you,
I want it.
Love…
…unrequited is still love. Some of the greatest romances told were known only to one person with unreciprocated love carried as a secret song in a single heart.
From Don Juan by Anglo-Scottish poet Lord Byron
Then
there were sighs,
the deeper for suppression,
And
stolen glances,
sweeter for the theft,
And
burning blushes,
tho’ for no transgression,
Tremblings when met,
and restlessness when left.
Love…
…is spilling out of me. The more I learn to love myself, the greater the abundance of affection I have to give another. When heart, mind and soul overflow together love is ready to be given without reservation.
From “The Witch Of Portobello” by Brazilian writer Paulo Coelho
Reason
lost the
battle,
and
all I
could
do was
surrender
and
accept
I was in love.
Love…
…is never more beautiful that at the marriage ceremony of two happy and compatible people deeply in love. It is the beginning of the “forever” both are risking their dreams for.
Madame De Favras to De Favras January 14, 1790
My heart
is intoxicated
with its love
for you.
Never has
anyone loved
as I love you;
and I repeat to you,
with rapture,
that I will devote
each moment
of my life
to prove
my affection.
Love…
…is a rising sun whose warmth every heart desires. For some it becomes injured by storms of difference. Others will know ups and downs like those on a partly cloudy day. And for a blessed few, love rises like a single cloud and rests in calm blue sky regardless of what happens.
American romantic fiction writer Nicholas Sparks
So it’s not
gonna be easy.
It’s gonna
be really hard.
We’re gonna
have to work
at this every day,
but I want to do that
because I want you.
I want all of you,
forever,
you and me,
every day…
Love…
…keeps memories of you fresh in my heart. One is lucky to feel even once how deeply I felt about you; still do. As long as we live I will never give up hope that one day we will be together again.
Taken from “Different Directions by Donna L. Jones
The
best
kind
of
love
is
unexpected,
unexplainable,
undeniable,
and
unimaginable.
Love…
…heightens and brightens every sense, thought and feeling. It fills and thrills the heart, mind and body. Like gasoline it can make a small flame into a blazing fire.
From “The Magic Of Love” by Helen Steiner Rice
Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life’s sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there’s nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love…
…is a paradox when two have given their heart to one other. If each one loves the other until it hurts, there is no more hurt, only more love. Love is repaid by love alone.
Nineteenth Century Irish writer and poet Oscar Wilde
To give
and not
expect
return,
that is
what
lies
at the
heart
of
love.
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…
…can shine a brilliance so bright it blinds the heart. Such is the magic when two people become one. Dream and reality, hope and happening; wish and occurrence are no longer separable.
From “Love Song” by American writer Mary Carolyn Davies
All the wishes
of my mind know
your name,
And the white desires
of my heart
They are acquainted
with you.
The cry of my body
for completeness,
That is a cry
to you.
My blood beats out
your name to me,
Unceasing, pitiless—
Your name,
your name.
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