I think we throw the word love around too much as a whole in society. making the word itself meaningless. Think about it. I know myself in a day i get told I love you about 30 times a day. so the feeling is real. (even though some wish it wasnt) but is the classification correct? And should we continue to degrade it with the commen uses we throw it around in.
"Be careful of quotes you find on the internet, they may not always be true" -Abraham Lincon-
Defining love is a big challenge and we have no exact metrics to gauge love and nothing exists to compare it with. We cannot have any description of love for words and sentences cannot contain it, and it is too vast a thing for us to imprison it in a few structured words or sentences as a matter of fact.
Of course we feel it, and only we can feel it and we cannot put them into dry words.
Love is vital and vivacious, lively and we cannot realize it until we can sense, the way we observe a flower. We observe a rose through its beauty and fragrance at the same time.
“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
What is love for you?
A lot of things really.
It's this: "Daddy look! I caught another blue gill!"
And it's the warm touch of my wife on a cool fall evening as the cold night air drifts down on us from the open window above.
It's when I take my slittin' maul to my log pile and cut wood for this winter's fires.
It's the "psht!" of a cold can of Pabst Blue Ribbon after a long day at work.
It's the peace of whispering to myself some lovely passage by Willa Cather or Thoreau as I sit on my deck in the shade beneath the oaks.
It's planting my garden or building a fence.
And I'm sure it's a few more things too. . .
Last edited by The Comedian; 09-29-2009 at 12:13 PM.
“Oh crap”
-- Hellboy
That's love.
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!
Love is the greatest thing
The oldest, yet the latest thing
I only hope that fate may bring
Love's story to you
Love is a physical, internal release of brain chemicals, whose cerebral effects typically lasts 18 to 32 months.
.......love is a noun, a verb, pronoun etc.
......love is a catch-all phrase for the verbally lazy, or those just 'smitten' and at a loss for words that may be more discriptive.
love is an ethereal beast, capable of great feats of selflessness, terriible feats of revenge.
It comes to me now that I don't know the origins of this word, it first common acceptable use, by which culture, during what time period.
Love seems a mist...........
Here is what I have to say about love. I don't think we can call this high we get when we fall for someone love. I believe that love is a verb. It's what we do for someone else and now necessarily how we feel for them. I may not be much of a romantic, but I do have a very successful and happy marriage. It's not because I've had that love high everyday. It's because I've lived everyday to make my husband happy, and he's done the same for me. Even on the days we haven't liked each other much.
Well said, mother.
Well said, indeed!Originally Posted by motherhubbard
I am reminded of the monumental ending of Ibsen's first successful play, Brand. The compassionate young Pastor, who always acts out of the toughest love, his hopes decimated, flees to snow-clad mountains, utterly alone save for a mad gypsy. His short life of love has led nowhere, but his faith somehow survives.
Through the Law an ice-track led,
Then broke summer overhead !
Till to-day I strove alone
To be God's pure tablet-stone ;
From to-day my life shall stream
Lambent, glowing, as a dream.
The ice-fetters break away,
I can weep, and kneel, and pray !
Brand screams out to God, asking, "Doesn't the will of man avail a little?" In response, an avalanche buries him, swallowing up the whole valley. A voice, akin to a Greek chorus, calls through the crashing thunder,"God is Love".
Love for me is the highest feeling of consciousness, the deepest insight into ourselves as human beings. This insight is not arrived at through any sort of methodology or logic, but from that pure human sensation locked inside our consciousness. Love can be anything, from a deep aesthetic appretiation, to love for another human being. It is art in its highest form.
But along with the escasy found in love, there also comes pain. It is both beautiful and soft, cruel and hurtful. It is the absolute nessicitity of life, mainly because most of life itself is contained within its wonders.
The Moments of Dominion
That happen on the Soul
And leave it with a Discontent
Too exquisite — to tell —
-Emily Dickinson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVW8GCnr9-I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckGIvr6WVw4
I feel nothing remains unsaid of love through this!!!
“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.
Just because someone morphs into a gigantic douche doesn't mean you don't love them. It's just pretty strong evidence that they don't return the sentiment. Love always leaves you vulnerable. Always, always. That's why it takes so much courage to love another person, because there's always the possibility that you can be hurt, manipulated, abused. Being in love means trusting that the other person isn't going to wreck you, even though they could, and unfortunately sometimes you fall for the wrong person. Then you get your heart broken but someday you find the courage to love again blah, blah....happily ever after blah, blah....
As for the saying "love is blind" it means when you love someone you don't have to fabricate reasons why you love them, because your heart knows you need them.
As for what love is. That can be confusing. Today I found out I was being cheated on by my fiance, I thought she loved me, I thought they way shed come back for me after leaving me, the way she talked of having a family with me, all that was love. But for her, it wasn't love.
But I was told tonight, by a dear friend.
"You will always have me as a friend, I think that's what love is, when you are there for a person no matter what."
And I think I agree.
When you go years without seeing someone, and then sit next to them, and instead of catching up, you just exist with each other, as if you never parted ways. That is what love is. Love just is, it's something that doesn't come from words or desires or lusts or anything else. It's it's own creature, it's own soul and it's own heart. It just is.
"We are animals with problems that no other animal has." - Radam J. Starkiller
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