Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.
We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.
Love is a positive, symbiotic, reciprocal flow between two or more entities.
The concept is basically; that the pieces we know and love are made up of scales, arpeggios, and the like.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.