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The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it read more
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony. Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from read more
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.
Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that read more
Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that we find the greatest of strengths and the deepest of sorrows. Love can seem to be so fleeting and unachievable yet it remains well within our reach if we only learn how to embrace it's power. To experience true love, we must be willing to open ourselves up and sacrifice part of our heart and part of our soul. We must be willing to give of ourselves freely, and we must be willing to suffer. It is only when we expose our inner selves to the white hot flame of rejection, that love can burn so brightly as to join to souls, melding the two into one, creating a bond that joins forever. It is from this bond that we draw strength eternal and power ever lasting. It is in this thing that we call love that we find the means to achieve greatness, both in ourselves and in our lives.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
The first duty of love is to listen.
The first duty of love is to listen.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before read more
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.
Love fails, only when we fail to love.
Love fails, only when we fail to love.
