حقیقت صیاد است و جوینده ی آن، صید.
صیاد در دام صید خویش است همانند غزالی رعنا که موجب شده صیاد سر به کوه و بیابان بگذارد. حقیقت از شکار ماهیهای مرده خوشش نمیآید او به صید نهنگانی میرود که دریایشان آرزوست.
انسانهای سست عنصر و افسرده هیچگاه به تور حقیقت نمیافتند. اینان حقیقت را برای حقیقت نمیخواهند، بلکه برای فروش در بازار مکاره میجویند.
اگر حقیقت را برای تسکین و آرامش بخواهیم، حقیقت برای ما حکم آسپرین معنوی را پیدا میکند، هرگز به آستانه ی بلند آن نخواهیم رسید.
Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and lay from your heart.
Within you I lose myself Without you I find myself Wanting to be lost again.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.
We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.
Relationships--of all kinds--are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.
Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another's personhood.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
If you would be loved, love and be lovable.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
We conceal it from ourselves in vain--we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.
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