From Wikipedia:Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment.
love is commonly contrasted with hate
love is commonly contrasted with lust
love is commonly contrasted with friendship
From Bertrand Russell:
“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.”
“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.”
“Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.”
Nice work. Great Chewie. Great, always thinking with your stomach.
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3 comments:
i heard you typing away during this. when i finally looked at it this morning i cracked a smile (only people in the slc at the time were me and the cleaning ladies)
princess leia is freaking hot
this just reminds me of that time when i was 15 and wrote a poem about love.
and then wrote a bunch more.
and then found this beautiful quote that made me tear up the first time i read it (you know i can't be lying about this):
"the first time ever i saw your face
i thought the sun rose in your eyes
and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and the endless sky, my love
and the first time ever i kissed your mouth
i felt the earth move through my hands
like the trembling heart of a captive bird
that was there at my command"
-as sung by johnny cash
oh hey, found it!
May 18, 2006
Love, to some it is just a word said to another to legitimize making it.
To others it’s a beauty beyond comparison that no one but the receiver can feel.
A simple, one syllable word. So how does it hold so many meanings?
Love, a mere word said to another after knowing them for a week.
Love, a fabricated message sent by promiscuity.
Love, an unimaginable force that over comes somebody when they alone know they are in it.
Love, butterflies at the thought of their name, voice, face.
Love, a smile playing on someone’s lips repeating itself like a skipping disc.
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