It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual read more

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make read more

NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make us disobedient.

I will tell you the truth as soon as I figure it out.

I will tell you the truth as soon as I figure it out.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

To be happy with a man you have to understand him a lot and love him less , but...to be read more

To be happy with a man you have to understand him a lot and love him less , but...to be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and never ever try to understand her !.

Carve your name in hearts, not marble.

Carve your name in hearts, not marble.

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.