Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state being in love shows a person who he should be,
There's someone who's loved you forever but you don't know it, You might feel it and just not show it.
The joy of love when it comes late is like the burning of a green log, which gives out all the more heat and keeps its ability to do so all the longer, the slower it is k****e, Love without fear and trepidation is fire without flame and heat, day without sun, comb without honey, summer without flowers, winter without frost, sky without moon, a book without letters.
One walks the road with love will never walk the road alone, but with the mind; And therefore is winged cupid painted blind. Tears are words the heart can't express while love is something that none can explain. The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.
The worst kind of feeling is love someone without loving you back. I asked myself "who is the loving person? And I gave the answer to myself says : the loving person is the person who loves him or herself.
I say this so often and people says, oh yes,you're so right, "but they don't do it! You will never be able to love anyone else until you love yourself.
Whatever relationship you have attracted in your life at this moment, are precisely the one you need in your life at this moment.
There is a hidden meaning is seeing your own evolution. Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides and when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work whether your roots have entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.Because this is what love is, love is not breathlessness, it is not the excitement, it is not the promulgation of promise of eternal passion, it is not the desire to make every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imaging that he is kissing every cranny of your body, No don't blush, I am telling some truths .
That is just being in love,which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love burned away and this both an art and a fortunate accident. In last words, love is the greatest light, the brightest torch and will always be the greatest instrument of change.