love - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Those rough hands were my medication, my heart-song and my light, for that is love. Love compacts the senses, and as when stardust so compacted in the universe, a new star is born with its own gravity and radiant light.
Love is a quiet emotion that in time becomes part of the oxygen you need to breathe, and so though you may feel not sure that it's there, any form of removal and the emotions begin to choke.
Her love is a unicorn, but he never believed in unicorns, and so that was both the start and end of their story. Somethings are only real if you believe that they are.
Before you I always considered alternative lovers. I was faithful. Yet there was always a plan B. Now, even without you, neither in promise nor bodily presence, there is only my love for you. Should you evaporate as water into the sky, that will remain true for all of my days. And so now, for the first time in my life there are no plans at all... because you must be free. Love must be free. So all plans stop. It is as if my soul has stopped the search it has been on for a time that feels like forever, as if it no longer sees nor seeks a path, yet sits on soft grass upon a gentle hill. It was the simplest thing for you, with your eyes and voice, your touch and sexy confidence to take what no other ever could. It's not that I didn't want them to, I've wanted a love such as this for forever, it's simply that they weren't able to, as if my soul was in a different room and they didn't have a key. You had it though. You had it as if God put it in your pocket with a whisper and a four leaf clover. In a way, when I met you I was stunned. My soul had been alone so long it was almost unsettling to suddenly have company. To find or seek another would be condemning myself to a lifetime in darkness, knowing full well what I hid from myself before. We can never go back can we? Once we have felt the real thing. So. All these miles away with the memories of our brief time together. It's all so silly. It's all so real. It's all so frustrating. It's all so painful. I wouldn't have it any other way. Though if I could wish for a magic carpet to bring you here, I would. I'd wish it and wait by an open window.
The true enemy of love is when emotional indifference takes command of logic; for only when love takes command of logic can good choices be made. Indeed, love in command of both our higher logic and our primitive drive is humanity’s hero-mode.
Found in Nexus; A Treatise to Defend Love as Mankind's Answer, authored by .
If you can love and make love neither master nor aim, yet rather let it become the tranquil waters in which the child-self may heal and play, your love will be eternal.
Show me those open and loving eyes, for they are the door to my own soul. Touch me with those gentle hands and I am made anew, not as clay, but as if my body were reborn in its most perfect form. And so, in this love there is a deep gratitude, a sense that what is given is sacred and transient, passing in time into the eternal cycles of living.
The depth of the sky's blue is as our love, that only over the years to we notice the strength of the hue. Up close it is as clear as pure water, yet when we see the miles it is the blue of fairytale dreams.
In a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.
As Aristotle alluded to, a man who does not enjoy the act of doing good deeds is not a good man; thus, for a virtue to exist as a virtue, it must stem from love and thus love must be the supreme virtue from which all others branch.
The world has a broken heart and all the money man can invent will never fix that. Our problems may seem as a "Goliath," yet love is our stone and any good heart can be a "David." Only love can heal our world, love between we brothers and sisters, all over the world.
As sunlight enters raindrops and emerges as rainbows, so love enters the soul of each person and emerges as their passions in the arts, in science, in nature... in whatever sparks their curiosity and drive. It is how they find their truth and purpose. It is how they give of themselves to others. Love is what makes us who we are, it is the energy that brings us to life.
Some call it bewitched; I call it love. For there is a emptiness in the freedom of being alone and a liberty in being caught in that divine spell. And so when I see in his eyes the feelings of my heart, we become one... and if that isn't magic then I cannot say what is.
Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionary. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" and it gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch.
Because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. Because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. Because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish. Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man I was born to find. For with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as I, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.
I love you like you're the last of my kind. It is as if you speak the same language as I, yet no other is able. To be around you is like finally not being alone - as if all my life I've been isolated, in a windowless room, in a doorless room... and then suddenly you walk in as if strolling over a summer meadow. How is that you are so much more than sunshine? How is it you breathe life when no other can? Why is it you are my medicine? Who could love me more than you? So, my love, know this - while I breathe I am yours in mind, body and soul.
Love is the answer to world problems because it reduces cortisol, the stress hormone, which alters brain architecture for the better.
Lower stress and fear is the answer to world problems because it heals the brain to a better architecture and enhances the ability for love and nurture.
Creating conditions for the healing of the brain is the answer to world problems because healed people soothe others, reducing cortisol and spread more love.
Start in faith, science or humanity - the answer stays the same.
I will love you,
Like the sky,
Loves the birds,
With open hands,
And infinite freedom.
"If you personify love even in times of trouble, of hardship or war, then you are truly one of the mighty. I see how no matter the stresses laid upon you, that you show more grace than many do in times of plenty. It is in those moments of pain and fear I see right to your soul and know that my faith in you, my love for you, is eternal.You are brave, kind, always giving of yourself. I want you to know that I will be the same for you; I will be your mirror, bring you what you give others - true love, the lasting kind."
Love, I'm not perfect, but I'd follow you into hell if that's what it took to keep you safe. I am your protector as you are mine, one to shield the other. After keeping children safe, as all adults must, not a single soul comes before you. So I'll stay with you as you stay with me, trust in you as you trust in me, and together we'll ride through every storm, waiting to see what the new dawn may bring.
"You said that my love wasn't like a new song, but like opening a book and finding a language you'd never seen before. I want you know that I feel the same way. Your love is something beautiful; meeting you is like meeting an enigma. I don't know how you exist in this world yet you do. So let me tell you now - I will always love you in mind, body and soul. You are the trap I've been wanting to fall into my whole life; liberty from you would simply be an infinite prison. I am the softness you seek and you are the cradle for my head and heart."
"Love, dearest Clementine, is not a spoken language at all, so listen not to tongues of silver. Love is in kind deeds, thoughtful actions, truthfulness, trustworthiness and self-sacrifice. Within that definition of love lies true passion, not at all the same thing as lust - a transitory satisfaction for the 'hungry ghost' soul. Know this, sweet child, and you'll have more love than your heart can hold even in the 'slim' years."
I love you. That means I would defend you with my life even if the odds were insurmountable. It means I will comfort you in the difficult and painful times. It means I will dance and rejoice with you when times are good. It means I will never betray you, never give up on you. It means finding my fire when you, my loved one, is threatened, yet never waging war - only doing what is necessary for a noble defence. Love says I forgive you when you err. Love says though life may test me I am yours into eternity and I will never abandon you. It means I will never put you in danger no matter how noble the "cause" may be. Love means protecting the earth, protecting humanity, being kind to animals, but should anyone demand your life to save their own I will tell them to rot in hell. There can never be a higher calling to me than protecting and caring for those I love. Love is not a concept for sheep, for sheep run at the first sign of fear; it is a concept for lions, so be brave my love and know that I am here.
"To kill you and me, there would only ever have to be one bullet."
"Like my father before me, I am a force of nature, born to love like a hurricane - to rip out what is rotten so that new growth has a solid footing."
There's a reason love is invisible, undetectable with anything but our minds. We aren't evolved enough to be trusted with it. We'd try to engineer it, alter it, use it, weaponize it. Aren't there always great reasons to do immoral acts? Or are they excuses to allow us to follow our more basic desire for dominance? Power addiction is always the wrong route to escape fear. The only way to understand love is to feel it, embody it, embrace it. The power of love will always be greater than any other and the keys to reality will only ever be given to true students of the only master.
Every baby is born to seek love and that makes love the default setting, the basic operating system, of every human mind. That's why we're all good underneath no matter what cultural or religious operating systems are laid over the top. That's why there is no truer language than the language of love and no stronger power than the power of love.
Love quotes inspire, golden strands of truth in an age of cynicism. Yet for me they can never adequately capture the strands of emotion that tumble through the air whenever my my heart turns to you.
Love after all transcends time, distance and even mortality. Love is the greatest wonder of our age, weightless and invisible as it is. The wordsmith brings a beauty to the love, elevates it yet sometimes this very pedestal brings us to romantic notions too heady for ordinary life.
I love you like the nascent leaves of spring love warmth; I love you like the ancients loved the night sky; I love you like a cool draught of water on a summers day. Love cannot be fireworks for an entire lifetime, though we've had our share. Love must flow quietly, peacefully, always remaining strong.
Love is nothing like finance, we don't give a certain amount to get something back; we simply give. Love doesn't lead us to chide or sulk when we feel the lack of it from our partner. It shows us how to bring life and fire back to their soul, to love them back to their true selves and wellness. So, do I adore quotations of love? I do; but for me love is more... it is the greatest power we can ever know. Anything else is a cruel and empty distraction.
There is no perfect lover, we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs.
Don't tell me who I can and cannot love. Don't put limits on what is or is not appropriate. Take the shackles off love. It does not know geographical or religious boundary, it cannot be confined within one race or culture. I can love the whole world, I can love any person of any age, gender and background. Love flies on indestructible wings and I am blessed to feel it running through my veins.
When it feels hardest to give love, it is the most important moment to give without measure.
"I think therefore I am" is such intelligence in so few words, yet in this age of A.I. we have changed it. Now we use "I love therefore I am." We can augment reality to the degree that anything you see, hear, do, feel and think can be manipulated. The only true thing left is love, the only thing within ourselves we can trust to be real.
If I ever give up on your love then I have slain myself, for it is your heart that pumps blood in my veins. If I ever grow cold come find me, because then I am truly lost. If I ever recoil at your touch I have harmed my soul and need your forgiveness. With your love around me I will always find my way home, for when fear sets my compass spinning, it matters not which direction I take, only that I keep on walking.
In a universe that is coded by divine hand, the only real thing is love - invisible and weightless as it is. That's why it is only love that is the ultimate answer to healing hearts and societies, and love that makes our moral compasses function.
Don't scare the hell out of people, love the hell out of them, it works way better.
There is nothing more important in life than love. Love binds us to one another and to every good deed we do. It is love that keeps us healthy and positively focused. But love, like any other element of life, needs attention to stay strong. We don't attain it and put it aside like money in a bank account.
We shower our children with love and positive reinforcement, we hold our lover dear and remind them in our own special way how deeply loved and appreciated they are. We love our friends, our homes and our communities.
There is nothing else that needs our attention more. None of us will come to the end of our earthly time and wish we spent more days in an office or lost in anger; we'll wish for more time with those we love; we'll cherish our good memories. Love is the most precious commodity on earth; it's free and the more we give the more it multiplies. It is truly the superpower we carry inside.
Love isn't a throwaway emotion, something to invoke on a whim. It isn't transitory like lust or something to regret like anger. When love is allowed to permeate every action, influence every thought, guide every deed, it leads to an inner peace not attainable any other way. It is the light in every dark night, shining brightly into each recess of the mind, healing, igniting passions that would otherwise have died. Love leads the way to being who we were born to be, people who prize peace, dignity and honour, people who find solutions that work for the many instead of the few. Love is what we must hold for one another, especially when tensions are high, for it is the trapdoor in the prison wall, the only one.
In your words I am safe because they aren't just words. You are there every day, every year. You are there in the good times and the bad. Even knowing my faults, of which there are many, you are there to listen, to defend, to love. You understand my anxieties, my triggers and the ghosts that haunt me, driving actions that are so illogical to others. In return I keep you safe with my words, my deeds. I am the one who will always be there for you, be honest with you, listen and care. I won't always have answers for you, you won't always have answers for me, but you will never be alone in your problems and neither will I. So today I will paint you a picture of my love with words, and then everyday I will prove they are true.
A love that isn't considerate and kind is not love at all. It is merely an emotional attachment. Bonds can be made for selfish reasons or simply fail to mature to real love. For love to be real each partner puts the other first, each treasures the other above themselves. In love we don't hold one another back, we aspire one other to new heights while always being there to catch after falls, pick the other up, set them back on the road to success and happiness.
"Love hurts" is the biggest lie out there. Love heals, love makes people whole again and love fills them with the goodness they need to be as kind and loving as their Creator intended. What hurts is betrayal, thoughtlessness, uncaring attitudes and careless gossip. What hurts is people being unfriendly, not welcoming a new person to neighbourhood or making "exclusive" cliques that are defined by who is "not welcome." What hurts is bullying, harassment, selfishness and greed.
Love on the other hand is the greatest gift mankind ever received, a gift that lives on within us all. Love is a gift that needs nurturing - it is the truth within us that knows life cannot be given a price tag. Love knows to be kind and never to hurt or kill. Love knows to treat your neighbour as yourself. Love is what we crave from birth, a craving that must be met by our new and loving earth-bound family. Love knows that a life is worth more than a pair or new shoes or designer makeup. Love is what can save us, make us fully human again and raise us up in the eyes of the Lord.
Through love we are the angels or our better natures, able to expel thoughts based in bigotry and prejudice. With love we can walk with open hearts, hearts immune to gossip and slander. With love we walk arm in arm with people from all walks of life, all religions, cultures and gender orientations. We can do all this because love does not know boarders or boundaries and the more we give it away, the more it comes back.
...It's true what they say, laughter is infectious. But you know what? I think love is too. But not in the full on laughter kind of way, but in the steady quiet lifetime of dedication kind of way. That's how it is with me and Dan. It didn't arrive slowly though, it was the clap of thunder kind, the kind that slaps you round the face like a wet kipper - kinda rude and shocking. But once you've felt love like that, you can never imagine a life without it. It can't stay as a thunder clap of course, there is laundry to do and bills to pay - but under that everyday monotony the love is still there: warm, cosy and just as real.
With words I can draw you close, soothe you until the cage around your heart snaps as if it were made of thin caramel strands rather than rusting iron. With words I can paint you a life you want to live for, a life that your subconscious approves of. With words I can take what is broken inside of you and make it willing to walk the hard road of recovery- not just to wellness, but to thriving and embracing each new day. I know that unless my words are backed up with consistent love, the kind that money can't buy, they will all be as valuable as the print on the newspaper that is charring and burning in the hearth. So I will be there each and every day to talk about the little things, to make you breakfast and watch silly movies with you. I will be there to wrap you in my arms when the bad memories threaten to pull you under again, every time, for always. You don't have to believe me now, I'm not even asking you to, I will prove it everyday, because I love you.
There is a deep rooted part of our souls that understands the connection between self-sacrifice and love. By giving so freely of ourselves, more than anyone could ever ask, we speak the true language of love, for love is a language best spoken without words.
Jen had been hugged before, but never like this since her mother passed. There was something so warm, something that felt right, smelt right. She let her body sag, her muscles become loose. He gave her the respect of an equal but cradled her like a cherished child. In that embrace she felt her worries loose their keen sting and her optimism raise its head from the dirt. Perhaps the hope had been there all along, but without some love it was trapped, like crystals in a stone. She felt him brush her hair back with his piano player fingers and kiss her gently...
The girl is like a snapshot out of time. I can see her chestnut hair blowing in the spring breeze, her youthful face turned toward the sun. Though her feet are scarred she still dances, dances like the joy of life within her cannot be tamed. In that purple shirt and jeans she could be anyone, no-one. But to me she is the world itself and without her I cannot enjoy a simple flower or the rising sun. There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep her safe from harm, but I cannot protect her forever. I can only be there when she falls and stand well back while she reaches for the stars.
Love is a pureness of spirit within ourselves, not a license to judge the pureness of others. With love we support without conditions, demonstrating honour, fairness and compassion. We offer gentle guidance to help the other to a happy and fulfilling life and know that judgement is not our domain. We cannot ever fully know the sorrows and triggers of another, we can never truly “walk in their shoes,” but with true empathy and grace we show a love that can heal, a love that can make the world a better place one heart at a time.
“If you've ever tried to move a full bucket of water you know how much that small amount weighs, now imagine billions of buckets moving with the speed of an express locomotive twenty feet high. It's not something you want to mess with, son. So if you ever hear that siren or see the ocean tide go way out all of a sudden you get the hell out of dodge. And don't even think of looking for mom and me, we'll get ourselves out. You take that motorcycle of yours and get to the high ground. You will have to live without us someday anyhow, but we'd just die without you - whether our hearts were beating or not.”
Take away the world that deals in money and give me one that deals in love. We need assurance, not insurance. We need to save people, not money. We need to take interest in the well being of our fellow man, not interest on money loaned. The only real "account" is with our creator and he keeps no record of wrongs, only pours out love and asks that we do the same.
Oh, hey. I missed you yesterday. Nice to see you. I had the most wonderful idea, I think you’ll like it. We’ve been getting to know one another for a while and I figured I’d move things along a little. So I’ll pay you five bucks to love me, great offer, huh? Hmm. You’re looking like I just offered you a cold bag of vomit for lunch, I don’t understand. Wasn’t it enough? If I give you a hundred dollars will you love me? Still the sickly pallid look, you aren’t making much sense today. Pardon? What did you say? Money can’t buy love? Oh, I suppose not. But don’t worry, my love is always free anyway, I just wasn’t sure about yours. Which reminds me, I was all in a tis about what to talk to you about today, my mind is composing two dialogues at the same time but I have to choose one first, right? Anyway, I’ve been missing my Father so much that I want to take you to His house today. You’re going to love it, especially since you feel the way you do about money not buying love, He hates money!
Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by .
Love is climbing into a dark prison just to smuggle in a single spark, for that glowing ember can ignite hope, the olympic torch of the ages.
My love, I don't want to need you. I want to help you the right way. So let me walk solo for a time, let me find that I can walk without help, trust me to return to you. When I do it will be a new version of me, a better one, an upgrade of sorts. I'll be able to carry you, love you as you deserve to be. I'm still here. We said "always" and "unconditional." I meant it, I don't go back on what I say. Even if I fail in the moment I make things right as soon as I can. I said I didn't want you hurt, but you longed to be brave, to protect me. That's love... the real thing. We are people who love fiercely; we are passion and fire - sparks and energy to last a lifetime. I still hold my fire for you, but it burns in my blood not my heart, is there in every part of my being. You are my holy wine and I can never love another the same. No matter what happens next, no matter your choices, you are my hero already.
Though the years may pass,
Love remains pristine.
For time is less than the passing of water over rock to love.
For there is truth in tears,
And we cannot hide from the self.
Pain is a manifestation of love frustrated,
Hate is a transitory shield from such pain.
So, regardless of the theatre of life,
For the self is love,
Open see same me!
Oh! Pen! See same me!
Pen as a cage.
Pen as words.
O as the zero of binary.
O.pen as a multiplication that eradicates the cage.
"See same me" - as the basic unit of trust in human psychology.
Trust as essential to love.
Love as our treasure.
Love as the gates of heaven.
This is your basic operating system, your O.S (Open Sesame). This is everyday language. This is an encryption key. What you need is right there in front of you, it always was. There are different elements for different aspects of brain functionality and impace behaviour, reaction and response. This is a form of code. Consider this the encryption key you need to begin.