Friday, March 24, 2006

Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules,then you must forget the rules andlay from your heart

Within you I lose myselfWithout you I find myselfWanting to be lost again.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds. *-Shakespeare*

reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entireevening sky would be in the palm of my hand.

We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feelcompletely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion ismagnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into theheavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn'tdiminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure forthe rest of our lives.

Relationships--of all kinds--are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely,with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close yourhand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers.You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship islike that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, itis likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and therelationship slips away and is lost. *-Kaleel Jamison*

Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means fullacceptance, even celebration of another's personhood. *-Karen Casey*

If you judge people, you have no time to love them. *-Mother Theresa*

If you would be loved, love and be lovable. *-Benjamin Franklin*

Lovebegins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen. -LaRochefoucauld

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? -Christopher Marlowe

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment whenalone together. -La Bruyere

Better tohave loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. -St. Augustine

To loveanother person is to see the face of God. -Les Miserables

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in therecognition. -Alexander Smith


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