Love…
…is never wasted. In spite of what pain and heartache may come, loving and being loved are the most important parts of being alive. Love is the sweetener of human existence.
American spiritual teacher and author Gary Zukav
Eventually,
you will
come to
understand
that love
heals
everything,
and love
is all
there is.
Love…
…is made strong when it is allowed to grow slowly. Like a tree with deep healthy roots, with unhurried development the emotion is made strong and able to hold up under adversity. Love that sprouts quickly is usually just a weed that lives only for single season.
19th century English poet Robert Browning
I was
made
and
meant
to look
for you
and wait
for you
and
become
yours
forever.
Love…
…brings one of the greatest certainties a person will ever know. We are rarely convinced of anything in the same way as when true love arrives. Without logic or thought, true love brings a sureness beyond explanation.
Saying by an unknown writer/anonymous
There
are
only
two
times
that
I want
to be
with
you,
now
and
forever.
Love…
…makes me unafraid with you. I’m at peace when I drift off to sleep with you next to me knowing that you’d protect me with all that you are, even to death if it was required. I would do the same for you without a second thought.
American drama critic and editor George Jean Nathan
A man reserves his true
and deepest love
not for the species
of woman
whose company
he finds himself
electrified and
enkindled,
but for that one
in whose company
he may feel
tenderly drowsy.
Love…
…creates a place of shelter within a loved ones heart. Nothing nor anyone can take away the safe harbor found there. Not distance, nor sickness or even death can destroy it.
From “A Life for a Life by English novelist and poet Dinah Craik
Oh, the comfort;
the inexpressible comfort
of feeling safe with a person;
having neither to weigh thoughts
nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand
will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness
blow the rest away.
Love…
…stated simply by Native Americans: Cheyenne “Ne mohotatse”, Chickasaw “Chi holla li”, Mohawk “Kanbhik”, Creek “V no kewc kv”, Navaho “Ayor anosh’ni”, Sioux “Techihhila” and in the tongue of my ancestors; Gvgeyuh (Cherokee “I love you” ).
From “Against the Magic” by American author Lisa Kleypas
I want morning
and noon
and nightfall with you.
I want your tears,
your smiles,
your kisses…
the smell of your hair,
the taste of your skin,
the touch of your
breath on my face.
I want to see you
in the final hour of my life…
to lie in your arms
as I take my last breath.
Love…
…oh, how wonderful to be in love. Everything shines a bit brighter and magic moves into what was common. One feels completely alive and life makes a little more sense. Love is the best reason we have for living.
From “The End of the World as We Know It…” by Robert Goolrick
If you
don’t
receive
love from
the ones
who are
meant to
love you,
you will
never stop
looking for it.
Love…
…is neither impatient nor fleeting. Desire may cause one to try reaching through time, but desire is not love. A fancy of the heart will last only a season like a Spring tulip. But love, deep and true, is patient and lasting. It waits always.
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…
…comes once in a great while in a type rare like a precious jewel. If this kind of love infects you there is no cure. Never will you be able to shake it. You can run from it, deny it or even try to kill it and still it will be in your blood always.
Spoken by ‘Henri’ in the move “The Time Traveler’s Wife”
I met a girl.
And since I’ve
been with her,
I feel safe.
I haven’t felt
that way
for a long time.
Not since
I was a kid.
Love…
…continues immemorial. Like a light shined into the heavens love goes on and on, a continuum extended far beyond ability to comprehend or know. Love never dies.
British author of 17th century literature, Aphra Behn
As love
is the most noble
and divine passion
of the soul,
so is it that to which
we may justly attribute
all the real
satisfactions of life,
and without it,
man is unfinished,
and unhappy.
Love Letter Daily 