FREDERIC DELARUE - Ballet of Light
Love is the only bow on Life's dark cloud. It is the morning
and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its
radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer
of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light
of every heart — builder of every home, kindler of every fire
on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality.
It fills the world with melody — for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless
things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay.
It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and
without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less
than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven.
Robert G. Ingersoll
This is love. I have my self-consciousness not in myself but
in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only
in this other and I AM only because I have peace with myself;
if I did not have it then I would be a contradiction that
falls to pieces. This other, because it likewise exists
outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me; and
both the other and I are only this consciousness of
being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only
this intuition, feeling, and knowledge of our unity.
This is love, and without knowing that love is both
a distinguishing and the sublation of this distinction,
one speaks emptily of it.
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much,
talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and
loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and
gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.
It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled,
masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me
of human aliveness, humility and dignity but for my fool.
Dr Theodore I Rubin
Adrian Gottlieb Art
Falling in love is the one illogical adventure, the one thing
of which we are tempted to think as supernatural, in our
trite and reasonable world. The effect is out of all proportion
with the cause. Two persons, neither of them, it may be,
very amiable or very beautiful, meet, speak a little, and
look a little into each other's eyes. That has been done
a dozen or so of times in the experience of either with no
great result. But on this occasion all is different.
They fall at once into that state in which another person
becomes to us the very gist and centrepoint of God's creation,
and demolishes our laborious theories with a smile; in which
our ideas are so bound up with the one master-thought that
even the trivial cares of our own person become so many acts
of devotion, and the love of life itself is translated into
a wish to remain in the same world with so precious and
desirable a fellow-creature.
Robert Louis Stevenson
The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be
perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to
fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what
they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves,
then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of
ourselves we find in them.
Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.