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…
…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…
…means I can go days not seeing you without growing restless or wondering if something is wrong. How often we communication does not really matter much either. What we share is the first time romantic love has not brought me a steady flow of anguish and intrigue.
French memoirist Comte DeBussy-Rabutin
Absence
is to love
what wind
is to fire;
it extinguishes
the small,
it enkindles
the great.
Love…
…is knowing I can depend on you. When I need help you’re always willing to lend a hand. When I need someone to listen you open your ears, heart and mind to me. As good as our love is, our friendship is even better.
French Romantic composer and writer Hector Berlioz
It is so rare…
to find a complete person,
with a soul,
a heart
and an imagination;
so rare for characters as ardent
and restless as ours
to meet
and to be matched together,
that I hardly know
how to tell you
what happiness
it gives me
to know you.
I love…
…better, deeper and more profoundly with age, yet with more trepidation and fear. While I am cautious beyond explanation I am grateful you got past my defenses and opened my heart to know love again.
By an anonymous author
To love
a person
is to learn
the song
that is in their heart,
and to sing it to them
when they
have forgotten.
I love…
…my life and having you as a part of it. As flowers paint splendor on the landscape your presence adds color to my existence.
German psychologist and philosopher Eric Fromm
Love is
the only
sane
and
satisfactory
answer
to the problem
of human existence.
Love Letter Daily 