sábado, 9 de enero de 2010

This is love

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this is love

love is temporary madness, it erupts like an earthquake then subsides. and when it subsides you have to make a decision. you have to work out wheter your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. because this was love is. love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement. it is not promulgation of promises of eternal passion, that is just being in love wich any of us can convince ourselves we are. love itself is what left over being in love has burned away, and this both and art and a fortunate accident it is a mystery why we fall in love. it is a mistery how it happens. it is a mystery when it comes.it is a mistery why some love grows and some love fails... You can analyze this mystery and look for a reason and causes, but you will never do anymore than take the life out of the experience love is more than the sum of interests and attractions and commonalities that two people share and just a life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be takenas an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways. Remember that you dont choose LOVE, Love chooses YOU. all you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes to your life love. love has its time, its own season, its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce, or reason it into staying. you can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart, there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do, Love always has been and always be a mystery...
The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it can be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. it is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life, love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love... You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly... love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end. Love is like a friendship caught on fire; in the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering, as love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Love is as much of an object as an obession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achive it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and amog all, never... never forget it. Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it belives that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless. True love is like ghosts, wich everybody talks about and few have seen. Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new. You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never undestand what pain really is until you have lost it. Love is a hidden fire, a pleasant sore, a delicious poison, a delectable pain, an agreeable torment, a sweet and throbbing wound, a gentle death... life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. Love is a symbol of eternity. it wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly... love never reasons but profusely gives; gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, and trembles lest it has done too little. love withers under constraints; its very essence is liberty; it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear; it is there most pure, perfect, and ulimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve...

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