Meaning of Love:-

What is Love?

Captain Corelli's Mandolin is a love from our favorite explanation: 

  When you fall in love, there is a temporary madness. It was like an earthquake and then subsides mavutuntayi, and. And when it subsides, you will be a decision. If you have ever been a part of your roots entwined together that it should be so unpredictable.What if the work is changed because of this love. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second day. It is imagining he is kissing every part of your body is not lying awake at night. No. .. Blush is not. I want to tell you some facts AM. Just for the love that is us and what we can to convince Ourselves. Being in love has burned away the time by itself, is left over is love ... (Pelagia to Iannis) Note: The two versions of this quote from the book and movie are from a slightly different version. 

Love quotes:-

• Oh, we may only have all of William Shakespeare. We have a silvertongue and a flowing pen divistaru However, others a little help nowand then

• The old days, love quotes and quotes to find the library pouringthrough books and a prose that is not the end of a journey is required. What do you do when your heart is really in a hit and misson whether or not you find it.

• Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never… never forget it.                                       @Curtis Judalet.

• Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.                                                        @Leo Buscaglia

• Love is like a roller coaster,Once you have completed the ride,you want to go again.

• Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality.                                                         @Viktor E. Frankl

• Love at first sight is often cured by a second look.

• Love is sweet when it’s new, but sweeter when it’s true.

• Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it.

• Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.                                                                                                     @Drew Marrymore.

• Love is like a glass door… sometimes you don’t see it, and it smacks you right in your face.

• Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.                                                                                    @Anonymous

• Forever is not a word…rather a place where two lovers go when true love takes them there.

• One’s first love is always perfect until one meets one’s second love.                                                   @Elizabeth Aston

• Where the sacred laws of honour are once invaded, love makes the easier conquest.                                                                          @Addison

• Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one’s breath.                                @Eve Glicksman

• Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.        @Myrtle Auvil

• When they asked me what I loved most about life, I smiled and said you.

• There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.                                   @Francois

• I speak in hugs & kisses because true love never misses I will lead or follow to be with you tomorrow. 

• One does not fall “in” or “out” of love. One grows in love.         @Leo Buscaglia

• Love appears in moments, how long can I hold a moment, as my moment fades, I yearn to catch sight or sound of you, to feel the surging of my heart erupt into joyous sounds of laughter.                   @Chris Watson

• They say love is blind…and marriage is an institution. Well, I’m not ready for an institution for the blind just yet.                                        @Mae West

• Love is always within. When you try to dramatize your love, you lose the depth of the love.                                                                                         @Charan Singh

• The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.                                               @Albert Camus

• If you love someone you would be willing to give up everything for them, but if they loved you back they’d never ask you to.                              @Anon

Love poems:-

1.How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

2.You came into my life on a simple way
Told me you love me almost everyday
Showed me happiness and made me smile
I started to love you after awhile.

My wish is that our love may never die
I wished that from the day we gave us a try
When I woke up this morning you were on my mind
Love you completely although they say love is blind.

Forever yours that's how I feel
I trust you completely for real.

3.My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,--
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.


4.O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:


5.Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.