And suffer an excess of Yang? No thanks.Originally Posted by Granny5
And suffer an excess of Yang? No thanks.
Love is the conquerer of hearts
the food of loving souls
like the Best Loser's prize
is like energy, e=mcsquare
is a sweet dream,,,,,
is suffering,,,,
is the yelling of hearts
is like a body without mind
is like a battlefield where fair ,unfair don't matter
is Me and You !
I think love is the most profound emotion i've ever encountered. I love someone, and I've no doubt his feelings are returned, but god i wish he would utterly reject me. I need to try out life and can't stand the cage that relationships are. But again and again I'm seduced by our connection. I'm seduced by your knowledge of me, and I'm utterly sold when you dance down the streets. Tricky business isn't it?
Love is when you can't be in the same room with someone without your heart skipping beats, without being consumed by involuntary trembling, without your stomach bottoming out, or your knees becoming weak. You cannot see the person whom you are in love with, without sneaking glances at their face, or losing your breath, or saying something if only to hear their voice respond. You think constantly of the person you're in love with, trading hours of sleep for the opportunity to wish he or she was by your side. You often try to make that person laugh, because you would never wish anything less than "wonderful" on your love. If he or she is sad, you cry.
Love is also a battlefeild, where all warriors are blind, as well as tone-deaf, for your words can be construed so in the game of Love, that tone of voice does not often matter.
Often, though, you love someone who doesn't love you in return, or who cannot. This is because Love is not familiar with boundaries. There is no walls that love cannot simply pass through without a thought. There are no racial or social bounds. Love is everywhere and nowhere. Love is in you, and in me.
There are so many times that people think that they only have the capacity to love one person, or no one at all. But, they discount the capacity of others to love them. I am doing that, right now. I recognise it, but I won't do anything to fix it. Why, you ask? I'm in love.
If it's worth complaining about, it's completely worth doing yourself!
You mean he loves you and you love him and you aren't happy?
I have loved this guy, John, for three years and I have no idea if the feelings are returned. I would rather he reject me than keep me in the dark. >.< I hate not-knowing.
If it's worth complaining about, it's completely worth doing yourself!
Love has many faces
has many arms and legs
it rises and falls
like the tides of the ocean
love is mindless
love with mind is lust
true love is nowhere
it's all belly and below
and between
love is kids and family
love is cooking and washing
love is dancing in the bed
a mode of procreation
for women
for men
it's earnig money
building a home
caring caressing
counter-loving
consolation for his heart
and body
love is nonsense
if coupled with interest
or conditions
people say they love god
blasphemous!
they don't love him
they fear him
they worship him
repent before him
for their sins
love is only found in books
in looks
but seldom in hearts
so keep loving
until you break off
and find another love
yes, this world is full of love
love and rejoice
or repent
as the case may be !
Love is a kind of weakness, a fear that makes two together, for loneliness is really harrowing.
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
love is an uncontrolled or subconcious overbearing and dominant feeling or inclination.
love is crunchy.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
To the original poster:
I am not sure that the love we share with our families is always unconditional. Sometimes our families can be judgemental. Sometimes, if you fall in love with someone and your family doesn't like the person, your whole family can turn their back to you. You were born in your family, but you have not chosen it. I don't like the idea that one has to love his or her mother just because it's his/her mother. This is nonsense to me. Love shouldn't be forced. Sometimes if you are different from the rest of your family, they judge you. This is the difference between a family and a lover. You have not chosen your family, and thus they can be judgemental towards you, but when you choose your lover, you will choose someone who doesn't judge you. This kind of love is more honest to me. Anyhow, I do not think we ever choose to love anyone either, because I think love just falls on us.
I do not agree either with the old saying that says that 'you have to love yourself if you want the others to love you'. I think that sometimes, people have real trouble with themselves, and it is actually the love that someone else can give them which will restore the love they can feel for themselves. Sometimes we cannot love ourselves without the help of an external person. Looking at ourselves through the eyes of another is sometimes what we need to understand better and see ourselves differently.
I do not think that human beings are necessarily attracted to confident people. You talk about political matters, but love is different, I think. I do not need to be with someone who is extra confident. Both of the lovers can actually gain in confidence together. This is what is interesting also in love, it can reveal the best of ourselves, and make us stronger.
Women work too much, you say? What about men? I agree that when people work too much, they might not have enough time for love. Then it depends on their priorities. Mine has always been love, so I know what you mean. But, you should ask yourself why you blame women more than men. And, about what you say after, I'm not sure people should have kids just so that their parents have a namesake.
I agree with what you say about true love. Something that grows with time. Something that doesn't make people give up.
There was a time when love was the american dream and now it seems it is a nightmare. I still feel that there is room for love in this day and time. We just got to want and hold true to it again.
Love gives life meaning and adventure that you can't get by yourself. Basically I guess it is what you make it. If you and your lover take it serious than it is a serious love affair. If you don't it is a fling and doesn't mean anything. Irreguardless there is love hidden in life for you if you find it. If not when you get older it is an awful lonely life.
Anyway, thanks for the replys.
Bruce
Love is one of mysterious things that we have slapped a name on but that words are insufficient to describe. It's an asymptote that words can merely approach but never penetrate. In fact, if you have not experienced love, than descriptions of it are meaningless. Words of love can only serve as a reminder of feelings already experienced but cannot under any circumstances be the full embodiment of it.
That being said, if you could see my wife in her pajamas and furry slippers, gently removing her tiny little classes from her adorable little face, you would understand love, no words needed. Guaranteed.
What about the feeling? Even if one parts through a divorce or mortally the memory goes on intensely, and separation is a moment's decision and love is a very strong knot. One can not un-love or efface the memory so deeply engraved on our hearts.
Lote - tree. Love never dies. Can be unmanifest, misunderstood or mistaken but never becomes over.
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
Love is a battlefield.
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First loves are lost mostly because we don't know what to do with it, how to build a relationship. Anza gave a wonderful description of love, but that, I believe, is being in love, and isn't the same thing as love as an action. Being in love is crucial to a relationship, but if we fall in love we invariably fall out of love. However if we've been building a relationship and attachment to someone, then falling out of love doesn't mean the end of the relationship by a long shot. Isn't that what falling in love is? Becoming attached?
Bruce you're missing the boat by a long shot when you make absolutes, like all parents unconditionally love their children (I know you didn't quite say those words, but it seems that's what you meant). There's nothing absolute in human nature like that. Some people are unable to love, such as psychopaths or narcissists, or, really, many who have BPD (not bipolar, but borderline personality disorder)...
I'll write more later.
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