Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Plethora of Quotes on Love

What is love to you?

I found this on another blog ... Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.

Love is a choice you make from moment to moment.

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. Love creates righteousness, or justice, here on earth. To make love is to make justice. As advocates and activists for justice know, loving involves struggle, resistance, risk. People working today on behalf of women, blacks, lesbians and gay men, the aging, the poor in this country and elsewhere know that making justice is not a warm, fuzzy experience. I think also that sexual lovers and good friends know that the most compelling relationships demand hard work, patience, and a willingness to endure tensions and anxiety in creating mutually empowering bonds.

For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love." Love is a choice -not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity - a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh.

Love is anterior to Life
Posterior to Death
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth

Love doesn't make the world go 'round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

Love is only half the illusion; the lover, but not his love, is deceived.

Love does not die easily. It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all of life's hazards, save one -- neglect.

Love is the strange bewilderment which overtakes one person on account of another person.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important. (Something I'm trying to remember in math class!)

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual, delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted, atrocious.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

Love vanquishes time. To lovers, a moment can be eternity, eternity can be the tick of a clock.

Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud.
It is the Morning and the Evening Star.
It shines upon the cradle of the babe,
and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb.
It is the mother of Art,
inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home,
kindler of every fire on every hearth.
It was the first to dream of immortality.
It fills the world with melody,
for Music is the voice of Love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter,
that changes worthless things to joy,
and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of the wondrous flower -- the heart
and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon,
we are less than beasts;
but with it, earth is heaven
and we are gods.

Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.

Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes.

Love doesn't just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

~Author Unknown pontificating ...

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