The one who learns will also realize that there are no “kinds” of love
Love is of one kind. Love is love.
Everyone knows, expresses, and manifests what they know about love.
There are degrees of love, but only one kind of love.
Love is trust.
Experience seems to convince us that only the mad have confidence,
that only fools believe in everything and accept everything.
If that is true, then love is the greatest madness,
for if it is not based on trust, belief, and acceptance,
It's not love. "To love means to commit without guarantee,
to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love
in the beloved. Love is an act of faith
And he who has little faith also has little love."
Perfect love would be that which gives everything and expects nothing in return.
For if someone expects nothing and asks for nothing,
He can never be disappointed or disillusioned.
It is only when love asks that it can lead to suffering.
Love is only love if it is given without expectation.
We love it because we want to, because it brings us joy,
because we know that self-discovery and self-growth depend on it.
The one who loves knows that the only assurance they have lies within themselves.
If he has confidence and believes in himself, he will have confidence and believe in others.
He is eager to accept whatever they are able to give.
But he can be certain only of himself, and he is accountable to no one but himself.
Love can only be given, freely expressed.
It can neither be captured nor held, for it can neither be tied nor restrained.
It is present in everyone and everything to varying degrees, and it awaits its realization.
It is not separate from the self.
Love and the self are one.
There is no kind of love; love is love, there are only degrees of love.
Love is trust, acceptance, and belief, without guarantee.
Love is spontaneous and longs to express itself in joy,
Beauty, truth, and even tears.
Love lives in the present moment;
He is neither lost in the past nor consumed by desire for the day to come.
Love is NOW!
Love only makes sense if it is lived in the present.
Happy Sunday to everyone