between illusion and substance,
between memory and wish,
between contentment and need.
To love is not a passive thing.
To love is active voice.
When I love, I do something, I function, I give.
- Bernard Iddings Bell
The art of love . . . is largely the art of persistence.
- Albert Ellis
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 betrayels.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, or witherings, of tarnishings.
- Anais Nin
Love and Hate are not opposites.
The opposite of Love is Indifference.
- A.S. Neill
For none of us can ever express the exact measure
of his needs, or his thoughts, or his sorrows;
and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to,
while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
- Gustave Flaubert
(go read here about an idea of changing Valentine's Day from a lover's holiday to a Day of Generosity.
And read here about loving imperfect, tattered and torn loves. I love both of those posts and had to share.)
(and I apologize profusely for not linking to the sites where I found these images. I snagged them off Pinterest, of course. They're not mine. My face has been burning and shooting pain today, so I just wanted to get this posted and be done. Sorry.)