hai all...how are we?
If you are reading this series of posts for the first time, i suggest you start from Part I.
several thousand movies have been shot in the world till date showing the love between two human beings...irrespective of genders...and still being shot...i think it will go on till the earth ends!
love can only be experienced, can't be explained. Also love takes so many different forms. love for a child, love for parents, love for lovers, love for friends etc. of all this, why are we obsessed with one love more than the other?
love increases creativity...makes a person to become a painter, writer, poet, photographer and what not...they start writing 'you discovered me when i forgot myself. so my heart will always love you for that' etc...it makes a person beautiful and radiate with happiness!
some more things about love...
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything
Love is a peculiar phenomenon that is more amorphous than art, more single-minded than science, and more philosophical than philosophy itself.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. … there are no age limits for love.
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
People sometimes say that you must believe in feelings deep inside, otherwise you’d never be confident of things like ‘My wife loves me’. But this is a bad argument. There can be plenty of evidence that somebody loves you. All through the day when you are with somebody who loves you, you see and hear lots of little tidbits of evidence, and they all add up. It isn’t purely inside feeling, like the feeling that priests call revelation. There are outside things to back up the inside feeling: looks in the eye, tender notes in the voice, little favors and kindnesses; this is all real evidence.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
ok guys and gals...we we will see more about it later...bye...
keep rocking!
rams
If you are reading this series of posts for the first time, i suggest you start from Part I.
several thousand movies have been shot in the world till date showing the love between two human beings...irrespective of genders...and still being shot...i think it will go on till the earth ends!
love can only be experienced, can't be explained. Also love takes so many different forms. love for a child, love for parents, love for lovers, love for friends etc. of all this, why are we obsessed with one love more than the other?
love increases creativity...makes a person to become a painter, writer, poet, photographer and what not...they start writing 'you discovered me when i forgot myself. so my heart will always love you for that' etc...it makes a person beautiful and radiate with happiness!
some more things about love...
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything
Love is a peculiar phenomenon that is more amorphous than art, more single-minded than science, and more philosophical than philosophy itself.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. … there are no age limits for love.
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
People sometimes say that you must believe in feelings deep inside, otherwise you’d never be confident of things like ‘My wife loves me’. But this is a bad argument. There can be plenty of evidence that somebody loves you. All through the day when you are with somebody who loves you, you see and hear lots of little tidbits of evidence, and they all add up. It isn’t purely inside feeling, like the feeling that priests call revelation. There are outside things to back up the inside feeling: looks in the eye, tender notes in the voice, little favors and kindnesses; this is all real evidence.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
ok guys and gals...we we will see more about it later...bye...
keep rocking!
rams
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Love is the very difficult understanding that something other than yourself is real.
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
woffff...is it all about love?...no, it is a universe more!...still to come!