"Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

-Rumi

Quote from Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

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Captain Corelli's Mandolin

What is Time?

Time XXI

And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?"

And he answered:

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.

You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,

And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,

And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

Khalil Gibran
All that lives, lives forever.

Only the shell, the perishable, passes away.

The spirit is without end, eternal, deathless.

The spirit is without End...Eternal....Deathless...,---Bhagavad Gita


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Unforgettable bond

The Definition of Love

The Definition of Love

By Andrew Marvell

Germany

THE DEFINITION OF LOVE. by Andrew Marvell I.MY Love is of a birth as rare     As 'tis, for object, strange and high ; It was begotten by Despair,     Upon Impossibility. II.Magnanimous Despair alone     Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,     But vainly flapped its tinsel wing. III.And yet I quickly might arrive     Where my extended soul is fixed ; But Fate does iron wedges drive,     And always crowds itself betwixt. IV.For Fate with jealous eye does see     Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ; Their union would her ruin be,     And her tyrannic power depose. V.And therefore her decrees of steel     Us as the distant poles have placed, (Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel),     Not by themselves to be embraced, VI.Unless the giddy heaven fall,     And earth some new convulsion tear. And, us to join, the world should all     Be cramp'd into a planisphere. VII.As lines, so love's oblique, may well     Themselves in every angle greet : But ours, so truly parallel,     Though infinite, can never meet. VIII.Therefore the love which us doth bind,     But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind,     And opposition of the stars.