“Love itself is calm; turbulence arrives from individuals.”
Chinese
Category Archives: LOVE
Friends are friends, business are business.
Amigos amigos, negócios à parte.
“A vida e o amor que criamos são a vida e o amor que vivemos”
“The life and love we create is the life and love we live”
“Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to “season” people.” ― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Newcastle Sun (NSW : 1918 – 1954), Saturday 14 May 1927
“I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.” – Isaac Newton
“A feeling that was unfamiliar, but very delicious came over her.”
“A feeling of exultation overtook her, as if some power of significant import had been given her to control the working of her body and her soul. She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.”
THE AWAKENING.
Kate Chopin.
“Since Iris is the Greek goddess for the Messenger of Love, her sacred flower is considered the symbol of communication and messages. Greek men would often plant an iris on the graves of their beloved women as a tribute to the goddess Iris, whose duty it was to take the souls of women to the Elysian fields.” – Hana No Monogatari: The Stories of Flowers
http://www.gardendigest.com/flowers.htm
White Iris
By Michelle
Cold are its roots
lizard-skinned backs
swimming beneath viridian coats
cracks in the pavement hinting at navigations.
Limbs given away
leaving stumpy questions knots telling stories
torso steadfast and ancient.
Fingers adorn arms
searching the sky
tipped in thin tongues
lapping attentively
at unforseen succulents
gathered nearby.
Cold is this mourning
light laden in its shadows,
digits splintered
in the building June breeze
stinging sharply
within my shoes
as I sit here
on the timbered picnic table
And I can’t get away from the cold…
http://redroomcompany.org/poem/dawn-de-loas-poets/white-iris/
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.
Give a rose to a blind man, and he can't analyze it, but he will tell you that it is a rose; the greatest philosopher cannot do more.
Better a little fire to warm us than a great one to burn us.
“The old never lack for a story when they’re standing in the sun or in front of a warm fireplace.”- Sicilian Proverb
Law helps the waking ; luck may come to the sleeping. Dan.
Dutton, Geoffrey
You were my morning love.
Who now at last all night are mine.
Sunlight’s child, all days I’ll always love you,
But now your hair is midnight on the pillow.
Love and a cough cannot be hid.
In the dim garden a game of hide-and-seek, Between the flowerbeds, under the dark trees; A blackbird’s startled chatter, a childish shriek. Of delectable fear.
Nancy Cato.
When you go to dance, take heed whom you take by the hand
Creatures of the underworld cannot afford to love.
Moulin Rouge,
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Proverbs
Love rules his kingdom without a sword.
Many words hurt more than swords.
“She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Flowers open without choosing the rich man’s ground, the moon shines bright on mountains and rivers; only within the heart of men is evil; all other things must resolve themselves into heaven’s parental care of the human race. (Chinese).
Love can neither be bought nor sold, its only price is love.
“A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Bonny feathers dinna aye mak’ bonny birds.
Parrots, tortoises and redwoods Live a longer life than men do, Men a longer life than dogs do, Dogs a longer life than love does.
[Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), U.S
Ye’re like a rotten nut, no worth cracking for the kernel.
Amaru :
When the bond of love broke, the respect born of affection withered, good feelings fled, and that man walked before me like any other, Good Friend, I imagine all this, think on days gone by and wonder why my heart hasn’t cracked into a hundred bits.
[Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.), Kashmirian king, compiler, author of some of the poems in the anthology which bears his name. translated from the Amaruataka by Martha Ann Selby, vs. 43, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).]
Before you arrived Love was just a four letter word You gave definition Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean
Flying at night is the same as flying in the day, except you can’t see.
“Never is an awfully long time.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
“See,” he said, “the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens and Peter and Wendy
“Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away,but love stays with us. Love is God.” ― Lew Wallace, Ben-Hur
“What children we are, even the wisest! When God walks the earth, his steps are often centuries apart.”
“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.” ― Deb Caletti
“Hugs don’t need new equipment, Special batteries or parts – Just open up your arms And open up your hearts.”
―Johnny Ray Ryder
Read more at http://izquotes.com/quote/296275
“The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.” —Johnny Depp (actor, Pirates of the Caribbean)
“Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.”
― Dean Koontz, False Memory
Every road leads to Home.
FOTO- THE COTTAGE VALERY ROAD RALEIGH
Love in a Cottage
A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
’Mid brown old wattles seen.And one to wait at shut of eve,
With eyes as fountain clear.
And braided hair, and simple dress,
My homeward step to hear.On summer eves to sing old songs,
And talk o’er early vows.
While stars look down like angels’ eyes
Amid the leafy boughs.When Spring flowers peep from flossy cells.
And bright-winged parrots call,
In forest paths be ours to rove
Till purple evenings fall.The curtains closed, by taper clear
To read some page divine,
On winter nights, the hearth beside,
Her soft, warm hand in mine.And so to guide through busy life,
Like some small brook alone,
That winds its way ’mid grassy knolls,
Its music all its own.Daniel Deniehy (first published 1847)]
Two lovers in the rain have no need of an umbrella. Japanese
KATHY IN RALEIGH 2011
how many umbrellas or love letters
by Richard James Allen
how many umbrellas have I lost in my lifetime – left in the pristine
foyers of yoga centres, in the muddy corners of coffee shops, in the
mysterious worlds that exist under the seats in bus shelters, dangling
like bats off park benches?
I imagine each of these umbrellas, all dead and forgotten now of course, as giant origami love letters, which people I don’t know opened to the plunging sky with delight and relief.
looking back, these random forgetfulnesses may have been the major contribution of my life, popping up in the lives of others like the tips of islands emerging in a world where the sea levels are actually dropping to save beautiful but bedraggled shipwrecked wayfarers in a lost play by a man still named Bill.
And then
the rainless dawn.
Commended in the 2013 Dangerously Poetic Byron Bay Writers Festival Poetry Prize.
http://www.writreview.com.au/how-many-umbrellas-or-love-letters-by-richard-james-allen.html
In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act. George Orwell
“The Chrysanthemum, the Flower of Happiness, was so revered that in Japan only the nobles could grow it. It has been grown for over 2,000 years all throughout in the Far East. It has come to mean love and truthfulness. We may see it carved on the throne of the Emperor of Japan and on many Chinese artifacts.”
– Flowers: Myths, Legends and Traditions
THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY 