Love actually

I love you. Its not a weight you must carry around. I love you. Its not a box that holds you in. I love you. Its not a standard you have to bear. I love you. Its not a sacrifice I make. I love you. Its not a pedestal you are frozen upon. I love you. Its not an expectation of perfection. I love you. Its not my lifes whole purpose. I love you. Its not to make you change. I love you. Its not even to make you love me. I love you. Its as pure and simple as that.

Joy is love rejoicing; peace is love resting; longsuffering is love enduring; gentleness is love's self-forgetfulness; goodness is love's character; faith or faithfulness is love's habit; meekness is love's true touch; temperance is love holding the reins.

It was the love of love,the love that swallows up all else,a grateful love,a love of nature, of people,of animals,a love engenderinggentleness and goodnessthat moved meand that I saw in you.

Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something- and it is only such love that can know freedom.

There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.