[ChatMasti] L * O * V * E

L * O * V * E

 

You say that love is nonsense.... I tell you it is no such thing. 

For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, 

never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's 

nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, 

but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

 

 

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, 

but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make laugh.

 

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, 

or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, 

and both together make up one whole.

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions

May wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams

As the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you

so shall he crucify you.

Even as he is for your growth

So is he for your pruning.

The Prophet by Gibran Khalil Gibran

 

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. 

We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; 

it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the 

individuality of our wine..

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul.

Our affections must be breakable chains that we

can cast them off or tighten them.

 

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... 

When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the 

other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in 

two volumes of which the first has been lost. 

That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness 

in absence 

 

 

No matter what you've done for yourself or for humanity, 

if you can't look back on having given love and attention to 

your own family, what have you really accomplished?

 

 

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, 

unhoped for, unexpected-- in so far as it could be a matter of 

conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, 

and he understood, with joyous amazement, 

that this was for life.

 

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species 

of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, 

but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

 

We conceal it from ourselves in vain--we must always love something.. 

In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is 

secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly 

live for a moment without it.

 

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; 

it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness 

which afflicts most men and women throughout 

the greater part of their lives.

 

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage 

which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, 

he comes quickly and flies away the same.

 

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and 

without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.

 

 

 

 

I was always alone in this world,

wanted to be loved,by someone.

I always had teary eyes,

wanted it to be wiped by someone.

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Regards,
Lokesh Kumar

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