At first, one believes in love. Then one crosses a border, a border of time. Then that belief, too, is lost.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.
Religions get lost as people do.
A thing that happens to migrants is that they lose many of the traditional things which root identity, which root the self.
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
I don't believe love has borders. If I meet a nice man in China, I definitely think it's possible.
There is another interesting paradox here: by immersing ourselves in what we love, we find ourselves. We do not lose ourselves. One does not lose one's identity by falling in love.
There is the theory... that you live in two places: You either live in fear, or you live in love.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
The Christian religion, though scattered and abroad will in the end gather itself together at the foot of the cross.
Faith crosses every border and touches every heart in every nation.