Love is the riddle of the ages. The unsolved mystery. A paradox as old as time. It must be given away in order to keep it.
Love is the triumphant answer to it’s own burning question. It’s at once unmistakable and untraceable. An indisputable fact with zero evidence.
Love is the beginning and the end, and everything in between. Both cause and effect. Love transcends space and time.
Love is the shortest distance between two souls.
Love is love in every language. It is the same when you dream and when you wake. It is unchanging. Universal. A cosmic constant. Like the speed of light, but faster.
Love is our evolutionary advantage. It is superhuman strength and courage. Love survived the gas chambers of Auschwitz and nuclear bomb blasts in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. It is literally indestructible.
Love is a finger pointing away to the moon. Don’t concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory.
Love is a feeling, a decision, an action, a sacrifice and a gift. Love is its own reward. Both the gamble and the jackpot. The journey and the destination. Love is a way of life. And so much more.
Love is the only comfort that lives outside the comfort zone. Love is a beautiful struggle. The greatest risk you will ever take. There is no way to love. Love is the way.
Love is the force that pushes us out of bed. And it is that same force that gets us into bed.
Love is uncontrollable, unexplainable and undeniable. Instinctual, physiological and metaphysical. Bioluminescent.
Love is not yours, but love will let you hold it if you promise to share.
Love is a pilgrimage from the brain to the heart. It is the longest 18 inches in the known universe.
Love is the greatest story every told. Love is classic. Timeless. An oldie but goodie.
Love is all that remains after you die. It is the fingerprint your soul leaves on the hearts of those you have touched.
Love is.
Wow. This is everything I ever thought and then some. I just wanted to add that I never knew I could love so much until I had children. It was the first time, in my life anyway, that I could clearly see myself, my baby, and our place in the Universe and with God. It all made perfect sense, and it all fit. It wasn’t overwhelming in a bad way, but it was all around me and through me. My baby and I fit. We belonged. Perfectly humbling. Soul-strengthening. My only response to it was to cry. I’ve never been so grateful. That is all.
Mmmmmm. That’s beautiful ❤️