Love: The Eternal Question

[lesbiaphrodite]

Love....I ponder it, feel it wax and wane, question it, sometimes accept it. Here are how some of the great minds chime in on the subject. Feel free to share any thoughts on the subject.


Tennessee Williams
Is that what love is? Using people? And maybe that's what hate is - not being able to use people.

Kahlil Gibran
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

William Butler Yeats
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...

Anonymous
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.

Tennessee Williams
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

Samuel Butler
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Toni Braxton
How could an angel break my heart? Why didn’t he catch my falling star? I wish I didn’t wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart.

Charlie Brown
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

Vanessa Williams
You wondered how you’d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see.

Herman Hesse
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

Anais Nin
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

 

[The_Fool]

.38 Special


Just hold on loosely, but don't let go...

 

[amicus]

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Love....I ponder it, feel it wax and wane, question it, sometimes accept it.

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One never knows what a poster has in mind, serious or trivial or otherwise...

Some, 'modern' assumptions, or conclusions, if you prefer, since God died and humanity no longer aspires to love his creator.

We come into this life totally alone and tabula rasa, with a blank slate, possessed of no knowledge and no emotional concepts.

But, remember that, totally alone in that accourtrement we call a mind, the brain. There is no other like it, never has been, never will be, totally unique in all existence and, again, totally self contained and excruciatingly alone and separate. Iwith apologies to Anne McCaffrey and her Rowan series)

That totally unique combination and permutation of genes and chromosomes that link us to our biological past carries with it certain imperatives, namely that we are born what we are, what ever that may be, including the where and when and circumstances.

If there is truly an absolute imperative in human existence, it is that the 'aloneness' we are born with, seeks, naturally, not to be alone.

However, that blank slate, as it begins to acquire the experience of reality, does so, reflecting its own existence as totally unique in a very self centered fashion. It desires to maintain its own unique identity and only to suppliment it with those aspects of reality it does not naturally possess.

Those good ole 'Greeks', and many others, spent a lot of gray matter time considering such abstractions as, 'love', and, actually, they did a pretty good job of laying the foundation for further musings.

But it still remains a mystery and, of course, by definition, the most personal and intimate emotion an individual can experience.

Good luck in your contemplations.

Amicus...

 

[Lady Reiha]

The color of falling blossom fills the sky
which lingers with end of my selfish love
Eventually, after everthing has passed away
I will think of nobody but you

Once upon a time during spring, we kissed for the
first time underneath the evening twilight
Eveloped within an illusion of fragrance
I thought of nobody but you

We found eachother in our sadness
and in the pouring rain we held one another
Before I can no longer breathe or see
I will think of nobody but you

This fleeting memento of spring
it the most beautiful thing I have
and I want to leave it here, just for you
just for you

A party of fluttering, dancing,
blossoms make the moon stop its orbit
without being afraid of losing their way
they just keep flowing

As I rest my body against your chest
I relinquish my life

Before I can no longer breathe or see
I think of nobody but you

Eventually, after everthing has passed away
I will think of nobody but you

Oh if you can somehow hear my voice
know that it’s a voice that thinks only of you

Memento of spring- Hajime Chitose (元ちとせ)

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

I believe Randall Munroe of XKCD expressed it best the way I see it:

http://imgs.xkcd.com/store/imgs/useless_square_0.png

 

[TE999]

"The pleasure of love is in loving".

and-

"Love is the contact of two skins".

Francois de La Rochefoucald

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Love is a process, not an event. You cant carry love in a bucket or a box, so it isnt a thing. It's a verb used as a noun, viz., a nominalization.