Love…
…puts color into what is drab; life into what is barren; joy into what is empty. Love is the difference between a life endured and a life lived well.
Playwright, novelist and Pulitzer Prize winner Thornton Wilder
There is
a land of
the living
and a land
of the dead
and the bridge
is love,
the only
survival,
the only
meaning.
Love…
…sends no advance warning nor does it knock on the door of the heart before entering. It is a surprise guest that moves in and takes up residence without notice. Love is predictable only in its unpredictable arrival.
From a poem by Chilean poet and diplomat Pablo Neruda
I love you without
knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because
I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand
on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes
close as I fall asleep.
Love…
…is like a firefly blinking, giving its light and leading you toward it. If you’re lucky you can catch it. If you are very lucky you won’t have to. Love will come land on you.
Little is known about the writer, Timothy Oliveira
There are two kinds of sparks,
the one that goes off
with a hitch like a match,
but it burns quickly.
The other is the kind
that needs time,
but when
the flame strikes…
it’s eternal,
don’t forget that.
Love…
…makes no logical sense. It requires believing faithfully in something intangible that carries immense inherent risk. Joy must be far greater than fear for love to flourish.
From “Vanishing Acts” by American writer Jodi Picoult
Love is not an equation,
it is not a contract,
and it is not
a happy ending.
Love is the slate
under the chalk,
the ground
that buildings rise,
and the oxygen in the air.
It is the place
you come back to,
no matter
where your headed.
Love…
…means to give everything, lose one’s self in another and later unexpectedly find it all returned but made better. When there is no risk too great, nothing too valuable to give and your life itself would seem fair payment, the price will have been paid that sets one free to love.
American actress, Katherine Hepburn
Love
has
nothing
to do
with what
you are
expecting
to get,
only
with what
you are
expecting
to give,
which is
everything.
Love…
… is an eternal component of nature; a force strong like Earth, Air, Fire, and Water and sometimes stronger than all four classical elements combined. Love is the fifth fundamental power on which everything is based.
From “Guitar Highway Rose” by New Zealander Brigid Lowry
…they do not kiss
but they both want to
instead their feet touch
and so do their arms
it is electric magic
their tiny arm hairs tingling
happily lying together
the sun warming them
watching sky through
green-leafed gum branch
close enough to hear
each other breathe
sweet togetherness
this lazy lying down
dance of love.
Love…
…lasts. It endures. It simply is. Like all energy, that of the heart can be neither created nor destroyed. With its wonder and beauty, love can only morph, grow or change form.
“Ebb Tide” by American poet Brian Burke
You’re the gentle breeze
that soothes my heart
And through my soul
your ripples pour.
Within my mind
the storm
clouds part
As you ebb
upon my
body’s shore.
Love…
…can paint full color over monochrome and drown self-doubt with belief. It can replace frail vulnerability with strength and restless thought with clarity of purpose. Love is the re-shaper of lost hope and restorer of faded faith. As food is to the body, love is to the soul.
“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I,
being poor,
have only dreams;
I have spread my dreams
under your feet;
Tread softly
because you tread
on my dreams.
Love…
…seeks to find its mirror reflection; something very similar but quite different. Grace is a balance of similarity and difference that allows the most peaceful and enduring love.
American Writer Todd Ruthman
It is the things
in common
that make
relationships
enjoyable,
but it is
the little
differences
that make
them
interesting.
Love…
…can come like a surprising gust of strong wind or may arrive as a familiar soothing and gentle breeze. At its grandest, love feels like both; the desire to have and the desire to give in equal measure; a wish to fully know and be fully known at the same time.
American dancer and actress Joan Crawford
Love
is a fire.
But whether
it is going
to warm
your heart
or burn
down
your house,
you can
never tell.
Love Letter Daily 