Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.

Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the read more

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them read more

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If read more

If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If I recognize love, and shake his hand then comfort, dreams, and sometimes intoxication become mine to drench in and give away as well.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

from The Lathe of Heaven Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, read more

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