It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image.
“My life is nothing but room for you.” I said. “It could never be filled by anyone but you.”
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future.
Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
[I can’t help but think that Tennyson never loved and lost. Because the ignorance of never having loved is far less painful than losing someone you’ve loved.]
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
William Shakespeare; Hamlet
[Hmmm … a quote about love from a famous tragedy on a day devoted to love. Take it with a grain of salt, or two.]
Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.