I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,
although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
for brave men died and empires rose and fell.For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands,
and men have followed women into hell.
In plays and poems someone understands,
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone.And more than biological demands
for me love’s like the wind unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been.
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.I really don’t know what "I love you" means.
I think it means don’t leave me here alone…
My anxiety and I have what some people might call a "friends with benefits relationship".
We have no love for each other but she … fucks with me sometimes.
When I’m being love, I don’t get drained, and I don’t need people to behave a certain way in order to feel cared for or to share my magnificence with them. They’re automatically getting my love as a result of me being my true self. And when I am nonjudgmental of myself, I feel that way toward others.
No offence but i think a lot of us me included don’t actually want romantic love as badly as we think and really are just lonely and crave a closeness and intimacy that feels out of reach in friendships because of society’s emphasis on marriage and the nuclear family so we project that into the never ending search for a perfect love and a soulmate when really we all just want to mean something to someone.
I love mankind …, but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.
When someone tells you, I love you,” and then you feel, Oh, I must be worthy after all,” that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, I hate you,” and you think, Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,” that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, I love you,” he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, I hate you,” she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.
Love means the art of being with others. Meditation means the art of being with yourself. They are two aspects of the same coin.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea, How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
Love life more than the meaning of it.