Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Having blown up my own long-term marriage via an extramarital affair, followed by a traumatic divorce, I tend to think of love as less a gently glowing hearth than a set of flaming train tracks you strap yourself onto.
Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.
Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Love is the fire that warms our lives with unparalleled joy and divine hope. Love should be our walk and our talk.
Love in all its subtleties is nothing more, and nothing less, than the more or less direct trace marked on the heart of the element by the psychical convergence of the universe upon itself.
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.
If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.
It is very difficult for us to know we love somebody because it is an insecure position to be in. But in the end, it is important to be honest about your love because life is not that long.
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