By Paulo Coelho
Love is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this is considered perverse.
(The Zahir)
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Na, not going for that one - sorry
LOVE
xxxx
The heart is greater than the sun,
greater than sky above me,
can melt the ice,
can touch the stars,
can smile,
can cry,
can guide me…
<3
Agnieszka
I can’t agree, as I don’t consider love as a small thing.
Isn’t it that when we begin to question love, ot the way we could, that perversity take place?
Blessings.
Love is immeasurable and to a degree, indescribable. Life experience raises our awareness about things that aren’t taught in books.
“Love is the face the unknown wears….” If I am that one that can love, yes, it is sufficient and the heart becomes the echo of that love of the Greater Heart, that binding force of the universe so, yes, I agree in all and to aspire to more is, indeed, a perverse vanity.
Initially I’m thinking what is Love? What does it mean when that word is used … is it dependent on the context …. the circumstances?
To which “Love” are we referring? The illusory, transient one that so captures the imaginations of us all …. the one that has so many provisos attached to it … that can be born in one second and die in the next? This seems to be the way of daily “Earth” Love.
Or the Love of one’s fellow man …. other living beings (animals, birds etc, indeed our Earth itself)…. or is it an illusion in itself to separate these kinds of Love?
Humans have chewed and mutilated this word until it has become as common in usage as cheese and milk. The real concept - the real emotion of love has been buried - mistaken for affections and attractions of all kinds.
Divine Love - the true “blue” Love - that which pervades all - is something which only a master might be able to use words to almost adequately describe - but it really is only understandable from direct experience.
Of which heart do we speak? The one we think we know during a normal waking day - or the Spiritual Heart - which is always there but rarely given attendance to?
Respectfully,
Christine
Hmmm. How can love be a small thing? It is complicated,scary and intoxicating all at once. Once you have loved someone that you can not have their love in return you will never feel like is a small thing –more like an overwhelming obsession that leaves a hole in your heart, a hole that slowly patches fills producing a perceptible or hidden scar. Love is why we are here…
Love is a trap ;)
Our hearts are bigger than we know and some only use a percentage of that or more it depends on journey ,but we only use a small part of our brain that we know , so why should the heart be any different just because we can not measure it doesn’t mean we have used it all or are using it all ..God made us with love to love and there are no limits ..unconditional love is for eternity .
Blessings Tania
You are right Christine,
Even on Earth itself, animals birds and humans can love blue one, while others cannot.
And is this about faithfulness? Some are faithful and others not.
Love, as for me, does not occur with feelings people could tell, but a sensation of being in where, we can’t. Neither it occurs with sex, which is a way to reach it.
Love did not wait for us to live. As the wind. And very few persons could have enough place inself to welcome it.
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love the attitude Leafy! x
love is not a trap - only contracts are. which makes pple think, why marry? at least it makes me think.
The real Love is the straightest way to Divinity,Is unique, one has not enough words to explain it. The moment you experience that special feeling , you may understand that miracles does exist, That we are not alone in the world and that there is not such a trick that one can use in order to make another person love him .I hope everybody may experience it ,for is wanderful.
That one is for Leaf, is really tough. You make me laugh,very nice comments.ho,ho,Love.
John Lennon already told it, “all you need is love”.
And this is exactly what we need for stopping with all the cancer of our world that destroy all the beuty of the univers.
Love is not only a word to describe the love for your sentimental partner.
Love is a word to describe a huge feelling to describe every single thing that we can see, that we can touch, that we can smell, that we can taste, that we can hear and of course, to describe that special thing that our 5 senses can’t feel and one special sence can feel as something magic and inexplicable.
how much do you love me?
how much?
… and how much is that?
you can’t measure love; love feels different at different times in our lives. There is always so much going on: so much pain, so much confusion, so much frustration yet so much fun and laughter too, so much kindness, so much liveliness and I can go on and on. None of it can be measured. I experience love not as a trap but tremendous freedom. It’s the way we feel now that determines the way we feel about love and so on, and it is dependent on the myriad of ‘things’ happening in our lives.
‘unconditional’ is something to think about.
how much do I love you?
a lot, and it’s up to you to decide how much that is.
g
x
As far as I´ve learned, perverse literary means when the natural flow is reversed or distorted. The above statement about the heart is, in my view, a distorted view of what our heart is and is able to, as a vital part of our energetic anatomy. An opening of our heart is an opening of our awareness of our deeper nature. Which is love or light or pure consciousness or whatever name we choose to give it. Love as I see it is part of the very fabric of life, the stuff we and every other beingness alive is made of.
Love is larger than the heart, because the heart dies biologically, but our love goes on and on and on…….
Life/people/Love is like a stack of Robbie Williams CDs
…..
either makes you dance
or makes you cry
or you think you’ll never understand
and sometimes aloof or off the cuff
but at the end of the day
every one is Loveable, and worth its’ airspace in Gold.
Does God have favourites??
Love to you all
xxxx
Love is one of the greatest generators in one’s lifetime. It has infinite power for happiness, pain, regrets or hope. And yet when we live it how many of us get lost in it and how many of us live it right? Is there such a thing of living it right?
As a society we see love as a small thing, for we teach our young ones very little about it, really. It’s equally small as self-knowledge, which is also disregarded from our education system. Even as adults, love is still small, and less important than career, money, things you own, luxury or entertainment.
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Funny how men would use a quote like that to justify them being with another woman, for us women need to expand our pathetic little minds to understand that, and yet turn 180 degrees when it’s their turn to understand (eg. Man’s jealousy when a child enters the relationship)
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Yes, perverse because it throws us outside of every norm or convention we created. Maybe we created those norms for a reason, maybe not. Sometimes I think our hearts are compatible with that.
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I have two women living in me. One understands that he needs more than I can give him, and tries to find happiness knowing he is in the arms of other women, knowing he is loved the way he wants it when he wants it. This woman cannot refuse him anything and only hurts when he seems to be hurting. Is this the one that truly loves? The other one is in agony, torn by jealousy, hurt, unable to stop needing him, feeling guilty and treacherous if another one manages to steal a smile, unable to understand how a person can sit ice-cold in front of you when you are begging for affection, and handicapped at glimpses of the reality: whenever he shows signs towards me online, it’s not for me really. I am the invisible enemy of all the others, that allows him to keep them at a distance so he can have them all. This woman feels disrespected, unloved, damaged, handicapped, ugly, angry, lonely, and longs peace of mind. This woman just wants to cry in his arms. Quite improbable, but is this the one that truly loves?
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Obsession or not, true love or not, I know I have to survive this. Regardless of everything, it felt and still feels like he was the one for me. What am I to do with these feelings in the future?
The dilemmas that flow from this question fall in the same “perverse” category.
Hi All
Love
Love we all come from it, we were created from the love and passion of our parents.
Love is the first gift that life give to us, if we are brave enought to used and embraced we will experience a wonderful feeling.
Love make me and love would take me to my next life.
Love to all
IF