Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Who, being loved, is poor?
I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
If you want to be loved, be lovable.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.
TRUTH Whenever you stand up For your conscience, Be prepared to be hated By the wicked. But never, ever, Let that scare you; For whenever you Stand up for God, By him, You are loved.
Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.
I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.
...so i will greet you in a way all loved things are meant to be greeted with a tear in my heart and a poem in my eye.
For me, you are fresh water that falls from trees when it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and gives bitter words sweetening. For me, you are the scent of violins and vision of valleys smiling. And still, for me, your loveliness never ends. It traverses the world and finds its way back to me. Only me.
I wonder if you ever read my poems and wish they were written for you.
Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't anything left to be said but I will spend my life trying to put you into words. You who is every goodness, every optimism and hope. Your love is a better fate for me than anything I could wish for. If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part. And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination. But I’ve become a weary traveller, so please, let us never be apart.
Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.
I believe, someday I would be loved like I want to be loved. By the person, I want to be loved by. In a place where there would be love alone. And no room for doubt or fear. Yes, I believe in miracles.
Think the tree that bears nutrition: though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition. So give all the love you have. Do not hold any in reserve. What is given is not lost; it shall return.
You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.