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I agree, Nikolai. Man goes through a variety of moods and they change and we all are subject to change. Everything is in flux and it goes perpetually.
Love is what we can cultivate. I love the term cultivation. Of course we can farm love and harvest it. That is why I like you and you do too.
This world, the manifestation of something, consciousness or the like is out of love of creation or else we could not be here, sharing and of course feeling at home with sharing, with this warmth.
yes, for we are battling over something, and when we battle we do not love, and that is hateQuote:
Originally Posted by Gadget Girl
Love is at times what we call the weakness of human being for he fears living alone, from one point of view.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ludmila607
Does it? At times we get misled. Don't we ?Quote:
Originally Posted by white camellia
Love is absence of thought, absence of interference of memory of the past, absence of expectations of the future, absence of the ego. Just an acute awareness of the present: yourself and the surroundings (people, nature, etc.). You are merged into Love. There is no giver or taker of Love. It is in everything and everybody can share it.
Love is an enigma, an obsession, a mistake, an eruption or convulsion of human impulse.
love is nothing in itself, a tsunami, a tornado that sweeps everything,but per se it is nonexistent. For it is a process, a flow only.
Love is the one thing that can make you change your mind before you start to think.
It can be the most wonderful thing in life.
Then later make you want to rip your heart out and make you wish you could die.
It can leave you speechless and mute to those who warn of a love that is wrong.
Love can take your breath away and set your life to flight.
Gain weight because you feel content with your love as it is.
There is no one else except for the one you love.
Love is many splendid and happy things.
But for every true love there are as many blue loves.
Devastation in life is to be used by one you love.
Some can't go on without their significant other.
Take their own lives, now that is death do us part.
For most of the others the true loves turn blue.
A man that had a love and thought it was true.
Broke his heart and made him blue.
This is magic, and the veracity of love is it is abysmally deep.Quote:
Originally Posted by Bruce Bradley