What love is all about

Love can never be so beautiful without friendship...one leads to another and the process is irreversible... the best of lovers is the greatest of friends!

When you love someone, don’t expect that person to love you back the same amount. One of you will be ahead, the other behind. It’s either you catch up or the other waits.

Never be afraid to fall in love. It may hurt a lot, it may give you aches and pains, but if you don’t follow your heart, in the end you will cry even more for not giving love a chance.

Love is not a feeling, it’s a commitment. Feeling comes and goes.

Love doesn’t have to have a happy ending, ‘coz love doesn’t have to end at all.

True love hears what is not spoken, and understands what is not explained, for love doesn’t work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart.

When you love, you must not expect anything in return, for if you do, you’re not loving but investing. If you love, you must prepare to accept pain, for if you expect happiness, you’re not loving but using.

It’s better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose that someone you love with your useless pride.

“How can I say goodbye to someone I never had? Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine? Why is that I miss someone I was never with and I ask why I love someone who’s love was never mine?”

It’s hard for two people to love each other when they live in two different worlds...but when these two worlds collide and become one, that’s what you call.......magic!

Don’t love a person like a flower, because a flower dies in season. Love them like a river cause a river flows forever.

“Love may leave your heart like shattered glass, but keep in mind that there’s someone who’ll be willing to endure the pain of picking up the pieces so you could be whole again.” *

God's two boxes

I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me."

I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go." *

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