Feeling of love without expressing it is like wrapping a gift and yet refusing to give it out to someone who it is meant for. And you ought to agree with me that an unpresented gift is never appreciated, unless/until it's presented to someone who it is meant for. Now, that is to say true love is meant to be expressed orally, practically and otherwise. Oh! yes, love is more than just a feeling. So, it should be showcased or shared. I mean, mere feeling of love is incomplete, until and unless it is expressed or shared by cash, kind, gift wise or otherwise. Yes! you heard me right, it takes two or more to tangle or tango. Therefore, let there be proofs of your love.
Ferris Cameron has never been in love -- at least, nobody's ever been in love with him. If things don't change for him, he's gonna marry the first girl he lays, and she's gonna treat him like shit, because she will have given him what he has built up in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human existence. She won't respect him, 'cause you can't respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn't work.
For everything in this universe, Mother is the beginning. Mother's voice is the first voice we hear, even before we are born. Mother's love knows no bounds. It's far deeper than the deepest oceans; and in my view, that's the only ocean of unconditional love we'll ever find in this world. Holy Book tells us, in Genesis: "And Adam called his wife’s name Eve; because she was the mother of all living." I encourage you to cherish your Mother, with love, respect and honor.....that's the best way to celebrate Mother's Day.
For God’s sake, take the religion out of your life or all kind of absurdities will take the reason out of your life! Keep God, get rid of religion! God, Love and Science; the Magnificent Trinity! All you need is these three things!
For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into two halves - to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much as mention Him on a week-day. Do you think He cares to see only kneeling figures and to hear only tones of prayer - and that He does not also love to see the lambs leaping in the sunlight, and to hear the merry voices of the children, as they roll amoung the hay? Surely their innocent laughter is as sweet in His ears as the grandest anthem that ever rolled up from the "dim religious light" of some solemn cathedral?
For it is the suffering flesh, it is suffering, it is death, that lovers perpetuate upon the earth. Love is at once the brother, son, and father of death, which is its sister, mother, and daughter. And thus it is that in the depth of love there is a depth
For no one, in our long decline,So dusty, spiteful and divided,Had quite such pleasant friends as mine,Or loved them half as much as I did. [stanza 3]The library was most inviting:The books upon the crowded shelvesWere mainly of our private writing:We kept a school and taught ourselves. [stanza 15]From quiet homes and first beginning,Out to the undiscovered ends,Theres nothing worth the wear of winning,But laughter and the love of friends. [stanza 22]You do retain the song we set,And how it rises, trips and scans?You keep the sacred memory yet,Republicans? Republicans?[stanza 36]