Friday, January 11, 2008

A LOVE SUPREME

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
– Zora Neale Hurston

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds. It dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
– Anais Nin

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved –
loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. – Victor Hugo

Love is not blind – it sees more, not less. But because it sees more,
it is willing to see less. - Julins Gordon