Shishu Sansaar | Thoughts
Love is the most important element of human life. All Dharm (religions) advocate for it. "Love others like yourself", if you can do it, there is no other greater Karm (action) than this in the whole life.
Love turns a blind eye to every fault.
Better a dish of vegetable if love go with it, than a fat ox eaten in hatred.
Many waters cannot quench love.
Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its
strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility, for it thinks all things lawful
for itself and all things possible.
There are three things that last for ever, faith, hope and love;
but the greatest of them of all is love.
Love is a glass which shatters if you hold it too tightly or too loosely.
There are three kinds of love, false, natural and married. False love is
that which seeks its own, just as one loves gold, goods, honor or women outside
of matrimony, contrary to God's command. Natural love is between father and children,
brother and sister. But above them all is married love. It burns as a fire, and
seeks nothing more than the mate. It says, "I wish not yours, I wish neither
gold nor silver, neither this nor that, I want only you."
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is
the finger of God on a man's shoulder.
Love starts in little ways…. It may begin the day we first share our
thoughts with someone else… or help someone who needs us…. Or sometimes,
it begins because, even without words, we understand how someone feels.
Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
You can derive so much joy in giving pleasure to someone, that you feel
like thanking him.
Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or
simulate it where it does not.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real
with the ideal never goes unpunished.
A man is lucky if he is the first Love of a woman. And a woman is lucky if she is the last Love of a man -- strange but true.
Loving someone doesn't need a reason
One can cross an ocean without wetting his legs but
Care is the sweetest form of love when someone says take care
Affection is not measured when both take care of each other
Created by Sushma Gupta on May 27, 2001
Modified on 06/06/13