Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
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When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.

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.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why read more

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and read more

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.'.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.