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Topic: Share some quotes about LOVE
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7231 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 09, 2006 02:26 PM
"The madness of being in love clearly shows many characteristics of soul activity: interference with plans and projects, long periods of time spent in daydream… projection of ideal fantasies… confusion about personal goals and values, a weakening of willpower — all of these reveal an activation of the deeper strata of the soul."--Thomas Moore Wow! In that case, I must have a very deeply active soul, lol! 'Cause I'm a wreck!
~hsc Retrograde Venus Conjunct Sun/MC/Uranus,
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7231 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 09, 2006 02:29 PM
"My friends, how desperately do we need to be loved and to love. When Christ said that man does not live by bread alone, he spoke of a hunger. This hunger was not the hunger of the body. It was not the hunger for bread. He spoke of a hunger that begins deep down in the very depths of our being. He spoke of a need as vital as breath. He spoke of our hunger for love. Love is something you and i must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self-esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. We turn inward and begin to feed upon our own personalities, and little by little we destroy ourselves. With it we are creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others." - Chief Dan George IP: Logged |
gert Knowflake Posts: 217 From: south africa Registered: Sep 2004
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posted March 10, 2006 09:36 AM
An old wise man once said to me "Always give it away!" and then I asked him "What if I've never had it?" and he answered "Create it.Mould it.Admire it and then set it free!" and then I asked "Why shouldn't I keep it?" and he answered "If its the real deal,you wont have a choice of keeping it.If its real,its bigger than you.If its bigger than you then its not only for you but allso for the whole world.Spread it,spread the love!" IP: Logged |
sue g Knowflake Posts: 8591 From: former land of the leprechaun Registered: Sep 2004
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posted March 10, 2006 06:27 PM
gertWOW.......what a wise old man he is !! x IP: Logged |
sdg1844 Knowflake Posts: 230 From: New York, NY, USA Registered: Jun 2005
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posted March 10, 2006 09:38 PM
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.-Ella Wheeler Wilcox ------------------ Before you speak, ask yourself, is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence? -Sai Baba IP: Logged |
hippichick Knowflake Posts: 1995 From: The Ether Registered: Jan 2006
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posted March 11, 2006 11:21 PM
"love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars and any heart not tough or strong enough to take alot of pain, take ALOT of pain love is like a cloud it holds alot of rain love hurts"Nazareth, from Hair of the Dog IP: Logged |
Focused Chi Knowflake Posts: 83 From: A quiet place ignoring his 20' tall fire breathing EGO Registered: Dec 2005
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posted March 12, 2006 12:09 AM
"Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates Love".~Lao Tzu IP: Logged |
shop22much Knowflake Posts: 970 From: you said hello Registered: Apr 2005
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posted March 12, 2006 05:33 AM
"love is bullsh/t"IP: Logged |
cappyme Knowflake Posts: 328 From: Registered: Dec 2004
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posted March 12, 2006 10:15 AM
The three most decieving words in human history is 'I love you' and it has caused many people lots of problems and illusions. Its also caused people to detour from thier path.Don't hit me, I'm just being realistic, Capricorn self . On a lighter note, whenever the words aren't misused, love can be the most beautiful and happiest thing in the world . Anyways quotes related to love which I personally like are these: 'How wise are they that are but fools in love!' - Joshua Cooke 'Its love, it's love that makes the world go round' - French Song 'So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life' = Milton, Paradise Lost. 'Love sought is good, but given unsought is better' - Shakespeare (don't remember the book) 'Give me my Romeo and, when he shall die. Take him, and cut him out in little stars, And he'll make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garnish sun.' - Romeo and Juliet (this quote isn't exactly based on love, but it just so wonderfully shows how graceful love is) ------------------ Don't go to bed angry. Stay up and fight! IP: Logged |
hippichick Knowflake Posts: 1995 From: The Ether Registered: Jan 2006
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posted March 12, 2006 11:55 AM
CappyYou are awesome! Romantic love sucks God's love rocks!!!!!!!! IP: Logged |
fayte.m Knowflake Posts: 9809 From: Still out looking for Schrödinger's cat. fayte1954@hotmail.com Registered: Mar 2005
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posted March 12, 2006 02:13 PM
LOVE IS
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MysticMelody Moderator Posts: 3572 From: Registered: Dec 2005
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posted March 14, 2006 12:03 PM
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them. -Agatha ChristieIP: Logged |
MysticMelody Moderator Posts: 3572 From: Registered: Dec 2005
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posted March 15, 2006 02:59 AM
These are from a daily inspirational tip type thing from Beliefnet, called "From The Masters." The "Bits and Pieces" section was titled LOVE and these two quotes appeared:The mistake we make is when we seek to be loved, instead of loving. Charlotte Yonge (1823-1901) Writer When you are behaving as if you love someone, you will presently come to love him.
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sweetlibra Knowflake Posts: 1382 From: Registered: Oct 2004
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posted March 15, 2006 04:04 AM
Love is a thought...------------------ Libra Sun/Mercury, Aqua Moon, Scoprio Venus/Mars, Taurus Asc IP: Logged |
ghanima81 Moderator Posts: 1586 From: MAINE! :) Registered: Aug 2003
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posted March 15, 2006 09:39 PM
I just got this from a friend... -------------------------------------- I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting link Tween heaven and earth. I only know it is, not how or why, My greatest happiness; However hard I try, Not if I were to die, Can I explain. I fain would ask my friend how it can be, But when the time arrives, Then Love is more lovely Than anything to me, And so I'm dumb. For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak, But only thinks and does; Though surely out 'twill leak Without the help of Greek, Or any tongue. A man may love the truth and practise it, Beauty he may admire, And goodness not omit, As much as may befit To reverence. But only when these three together meet, As they always incline, And make one soul the seat, And favorite retreat, Of loveliness; When under kindred shape, like loves and hates And a kindred nature, Proclaim us to be mates, Exposed to equal fates Eternally; And each may other help, and service do, Drawing Love's bands more tight, Service he ne'er shall rue While one and one make two, And two are one; In such case only doth man fully prove Fully as man can do, What power there is in Love His inmost soul to move Resistlessly. ______ Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side, Withstand the winter's storm, And spite of wind and tide, Grow up the meadow's pride, For both are strong Above they barely touch, but undermined Down to their deepest source, Admiring you shall find Their roots are intertwined Insep'rably. Henry David Thoreau ---------------------------------- Thanks, Steve... nice thread IP: Logged |
BlueTopaz124 Knowflake Posts: 1390 From: Portland, OR Registered: Jan 2004
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posted March 15, 2006 10:15 PM
it's nice to see you Ghani!
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7231 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 16, 2006 11:31 AM
When You Are Old - William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. Love's Philosophy Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) The fountains mingle with the rivers And the rivers with the oceans, The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother, And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea; What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me? IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7231 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 16, 2006 11:32 AM
To His Coy Mistress - Andrew Marvell Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. Thou by the Indian Ganges side. Should'st Rubies find: I by the Tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood: And you should if you please refuse Till the Conversion of the Jews. My vegetable Love should grow Vaster then Empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze. Two hundred to adore each Breast. But thirty thousand to the rest. An Age at least to every part, And the last Age should show your Heart. For Lady you deserve this State; Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I alwaies hear Times winged Charriot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lye Desarts of vast Eternity. Thy Beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound My ecchoing Song: then Worms shall try That long preserv'd Virginity: And your quaint Honour turn to durst; And into ashes all my Lust. The Grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hew Sits on thy skin like morning glew, And while thy willing Soul transpires At every pore with instant Fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our Time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r. Let us roll all our Strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one Ball: And tear our Pleasures with rough strife, Through the Iron gates of Life. Thus, though we cannot make our Sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7231 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 16, 2006 11:36 AM
The River Merchants Wife: A Letter by Li Po (trans. Ezra Pound)-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead Played I about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I married My Lord you, I never laughed, being bashful. Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. At fifteen I stopped scowling, I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever. Why should I climb the look out? At sixteen you departed, You went into fat Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies, And you have been gone five months. The monkeys make sorrowful noises overhead. You dragged your feet when you went out. By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, Too deep to clear them away! The leaves fall early in autumn, in wind. The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older. If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, Please let me know beforehand, And I will come out to meet you As far as Cho-fu-Sa.
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pixelpixie Knowflake Posts: 5343 From: Ontario Canada Registered: Jun 2005
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posted March 16, 2006 01:39 PM
"Everytime she sneezes I believe it's love" ~Counting Crows'Think not that you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.' ~Kahlil Gibran IP: Logged |
pixelpixie Knowflake Posts: 5343 From: Ontario Canada Registered: Jun 2005
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posted March 16, 2006 01:41 PM
HSC~ The River Merchants Wife----- ***swoon*** IP: Logged |
Lialei Knowflake Posts: 1887 From: blank canvas Registered: Jul 2005
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posted March 17, 2006 02:10 AM
Thy hand, my darling, shall I take gently to breast resound this heart's perennial blessed?Of how I shall Love thee with honor so true Take thy hand so gingerly as reverent sacrosanct of you trace the lines of your palm so purposely, cradle every past effort your weary fingertips through Behold every movement it's generous touch felt Every concentrated exertion every tenuous muscled regret ... and Your Eyes! Eyes of a Child, the deeper pools, that dim beyond the Iris' wavering hues... the visions they have seen Oh, to see them through yours To feel each experience that your gentle Soul soared Every disappointment, all your darkest graven nights Every boundless exhuberance Every blissful, swirling flight How I would cherish thee galaxies beyond simple distracted musings How I would dream such a delicate dream beyond simple hope's diffusion there is such awing wonder in each living breath that seeks your inhale and greatest giving gratitude your unawares fuel in thy modest quell far beyond the fairest songs of dreamings, my enchanted heart's fairer melodies of thy beautiful singings.
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ghanima81 Moderator Posts: 1586 From: MAINE! :) Registered: Aug 2003
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posted March 17, 2006 08:24 AM
Being her friend, I do not care, no I, How gods or men may wrong me, beat me down, Her words sufficient star to travel by, I count her quiet praise sufficient crown. Being her friend, I do not covet gold, Save for a royal gift to give her pleasure; To sit with her, and have her hand to hold, Is wealth, I think, surpassing minted treasure. Being her friend, I only covet art, A white pure flame to search me as I trace In crooked letters from a throbbing heart, The Hymn to beauty written on her face. -John Masefield -------------------------------- ...now that's a nice compliment... IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7231 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 17, 2006 03:01 PM
Wow, these are beautiful! Thank you, Lia and Ghani! Here's one of my favorites: http://www.robotwisdom.com/jaj/chamber.html (excerpts from "Chamber Music" by James Joyce) V Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed; I read no more, Watching the fire dance On the floor. I have left my book, I have left my room For I heard you singing Through the gloom, Singing and singing A merry air. Lean out of the window, Goldenhair. VI
I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me. Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be. I would be ever in that heart (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) Where only peace might be my part. Austerities were all the sweeter So I were ever in that heart. VII My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees, Where the gay winds do most desire To run in companies. There, where the gay winds stay to woo The young leaves as they pass, My love goes slowly, bending to Her shadow on the grass; And where the sky's a pale blue cup Over the laughing land My love goes lightly, holding up Her dress with dainty hand. VIII
Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her-- Who goes amid the merry green wood To make it merrier? Who passes in the sunlight By ways that know the light footfall-- Who passes in the sweet sunlight With mien so virginal? The ways of all the woodland Gleam with a soft and golden fire-- For whom does all the sunny woodland Carry so brave attire? O, it is for my true love The woods their rich apparel wear-- O, it is for my own true love That is so young and fair. X Bright cap and streamers, He sings in the hollow: Come follow, come follow, All you that love. Leave dreams to the dreamers That will not after, That song and laughter Do nothing move.
With ribbons streaming He sings the bolder; In troop at his shoulder The wild bees hum. And the time of dreaming Dreams is over-- As lover to lover, Sweetheart, I come. IP: Logged |
Heart--Shaped Cross Knowflake Posts: 7231 From: 11/6/78 11:38am Boston, MA Registered: Aug 2004
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posted March 17, 2006 03:16 PM
XI Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days. Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ways-- The zone that doth become thee fair, The snood upon thy yellow hair. When thou hast heard his name upon The bugles of the cherubim Begin thou softly to unzone Thy girlish bosom unto him And softly to undo the snood That is the sign of maidenhood. XX
In the dark pinewood I would we lay, In deep cool shadow At noon of day. How sweet to lie there, Sweet to kiss, Where the great pine-forest Enaisled is! Thy kiss descending Sweeter were With a soft tumult Of thy hair. O unto the pinewood At noon of day Come with me now, Sweet love, away. XXI
He who hath glory lost nor hath Found any soul to fellow his, Among his foes in scorn and wrath Holding to ancient nobleness, That high unconsortable one-- His love is his companion. XXII
Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain-- Soft arms that woo me to relent And woo me to detain. Ah, could they ever hold me there Gladly were I a prisoner! Dearest, through interwoven arms By love made tremulous, That night allures me where alarms Nowise may trouble us But sleep to dreamier sleep be wed Where soul with soul lies prisoned. XXIII This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is, Unhappy when we draw apart And happy between kiss and kiss; My hope and all my riches-- yes!-- And all my happiness. For there, as in some mossy nest The wrens will divers treasures keep, I laid those treasures I possessed Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep. Shall we not be as wise as they Though love live but a day? XXVIII Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. ... XXXII
Rain has fallen all the day. O come among the laden trees: The leaves lie thick upon the way Of memories. Staying a little by the way Of memories shall we depart. Come, my beloved, where I may Speak to your heart. XXXIII Now, O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand, Forbearing for old friendship' sake, Nor grieve because our love was gay Which now is ended in this way. ... XXXIV
Sleep now, O sleep now, O you unquiet heart! A voice crying "Sleep now" Is heard in my heart. The voice of the winter Is heard at the door. O sleep, for the winter Is crying "Sleep no more." My kiss will give peace now And quiet to your heart-- Sleep on in peace now, O you unquiet heart! IP: Logged | |