Love is a feeling to be learned
It is a tension & fulfillment
It is deep longing & hostility
It is gladness and it is pain
There is not one without the other
Happiness is only part of love
This is what has to be learned
Sufferings belongs to love also
This is the mystery of love
Its beauty & its burden
Love is a feeling to be learned.
I hold it true , whatever befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than to have never loved at all.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarneshings.
If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else there is, its not enough.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
Hatred ever kills, love never dies. Such is the vast difference between the two. What is obtained by love is retained for all time. What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred.
