Who Dares To Explain The Below Bullshit. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference. Whoso loves, believes the impossible. Loveis anterior to Life Posteriorto Death Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furniture is love. Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. Infantile love follows the principle: "I love because I am loved." Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love." Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you." When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being. Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation. Bible: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. I Corinthians 13:4-8 The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of. Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone. Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other. Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. This entry continued ... Tell me who admires and loves you, And I will tell you who you are. For there is one thing I can safely say: that those bound by love must obey each other if they are to keep company long. Love will not be constrained by mastery; when mastery comes, the God of love at once beats his wings, and farewell -- he is gone. Love is a thing as free as any spirit; women naturally desire liberty, and not to be constrained like slaves; and so do men, if I shall tell the truth. This entry continued .. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas. You call it madness, but I call it love. Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect... For everything there is a season, And a time for every matter under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; A time to seek, and a time to lose; A time to keep, and a time to throw away; A time to tear, and a time to sew; A time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate, A time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I wrote this poem To honor the memory of A very special friend of my cousin's sons Girlfriend and any other person Who thinks this is real love to let Them control their lives and abused Their bodies and mind!! This is not Love.... Gives her roses Every day Arrives home late every Night Reveals he loves her And She believes and accepts, that This is the way true love Is He tormented and mistreated Her every day She thought She was worthy of oppress. For his expressing his love For her She has no mind of her own For he related to her that she Is not worthy of a better Life. And you are not qualified to Be the mother of my kids Her sister advised her to Leave him But She always covers up for him Hes just stressed out from Work. And he needs to release some Stress So he abused me This Way For thats the way He expresses his love For me. But he brings me Roses Every day when he Arrives home From work He Arrived home one day and he Was highly stressed So he Revealed His Love for her. And now he takes roses To her Grave
For all the men and women who have felt at some point Or are feeling at this time scared and lonely Painful feelings of despair. I capture his heart and Soul, And placed it in my Heart And made him part of me. Hes so involved in his Own self, That he cant see the pain And loneliness that is Driving me Insane He gives comfort and a Shoulder to cry to everyone What about Me? Why cant he show me? Those feelings I stand before Him All undressed For I have bared my Soul to him Hes never Made me part Of him I am in pain why Cant you See This loneliness in my Heart is killing Me And sometimes I just Want to scream. Why? Why cant I be a part Of you? My heart is tearing With this pain And empty feelings of despair Scary and lonely Feelings Are tormenting me day And night I feel so alone in this world With no place and no One to belong To. This loneliness is Tearing me apart And these Tears I cannot stop Why cant you give? Yourself to Me? Totally and Complete The way I gave Myself to You