What do you think about Love?

Question

How would you discribe love?....What are your idea's of what love is and what love could be? What is the diffrence to you between what your idea of love is, in relation to what actual love is in your life?

Answer 1

Love is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything of ourselves.
Love is the naturalness that we give out as freely as a flower gives sent or a tree shade-to not love we become birds with broken wings.
Love is not a binding but rather the sea between the shores of your souls within which we find refreshment in life and bepth of meaning.
Love is all there really is.
Even evil and anger and hate are merely twisted love. Hitler did what he did out of a warped love for an idea as much as Jesus died out of love for HIS idea. Everything comes from love in this way and the only thing which is not love is nothingness and non Being. In this we see despair but from this we more readily respect the tragedy of existence. This is the lesson of death, the only other teacher we need know apart from love.
Love is life, death is not, love is being, death is nothing.

Answer 2

Love, is a personal quality , not dependent on others..
The attraction a person feels to others is manifest form of this love due to mutual compatibility at a certain level.
A person can be very loving and yet not noticed by anybody around. It is not bound by any need for action, manifestation or recognition ! It is just a way of being !
The popular use of the word is in its most restricted sense. That is because, the 'asking' mind does not compromise even on love , from its 'bargain' nature ! It seeks a mutual benefit scheme even when IT HAS to bow down to the inner call !
It is this struggle within that 'eats away' ones life energy most of the time ! Well , I have to remember this is 'answer' forum , not a 'chat' platform, so please accept my apologies for the length of this answer...

Answer 3

hello. i think the word love has lost all meaning. People say they love their favorite team or their car or whatever. It's even easy to say you love another person and have it not mean a thing. To me love is what doesn't come and go. Infatuation comes and goes....lust come and goes......I get the sense real love is eternal.....it's not at all biological. It can be found inside us all...but when the minds is still can it be known............sometimes it happens that the mind quiets down or when we're in nature and then we get a glimpse of it. This love is very unconditional, it doesn't ask for anything other than to give and share. It only has itself to share.....and in that sharing it grows. I don't know if i have any ideas of what it is but I know I've experienced something deeper and more vast than what i ever thought love could be. this doesn't always translate into relationships though. Your last question: The love is there inside but as far as in relation as to what the actual love is in my life (relationship wise) there seems to be a big gap! Thanks for your great question.......making me think like that. lol

Answer 4

I think Shakespeare was talking about his homosexuality. Aggrandizing it into the supernatural, from the most repressive levels of society. It's the poetic urge for transformation. It's Walt Whitman on the beach sexualizing the foamy spray lifting off the waves. It's Henry James' Figure in the Carpet.

It isn't a conventional thing.

Like that horrific film "Love Actually"-- which was nothing but the most unreal (ironically) situations, of "falling in love" -- of the first kiss, of the coincidence, and pop-culture abuse of the romantic realm... Love is not this.

It is transcendental.
"Love alters not, when it, alteration finds
or bends with the remover to remove
Oh no! It's is an ever fixed mark that is not shaken!"
from Shakes 116

The urge for it is the same as the philosophical quest for Truth
of the Platonic Ideal. Of God.

But actual love? actual love -- and many romantics MISS this in their fatal lore, can be the most lugubrious, hell-seeking, sado-masochist, chasing life to the brink of death. This is the love of Hawthorn and Poe-- the self-flaggelation and abuse. This is the tragic love of Romeo and Juliet. Of the story of Hyperion and the suicide of Diotima. Or, most centrally, Flowers of Evil-- where Baudellaire chases after the devil of sex, like maggots on flesh, a truly open human being who looks into the bowels of his doom for nights spent worshiping prostitutes.

"It is of little consequence whether you come from heaven or hell,
O Beauty! huge, terrifying, artless monster!
If your eyes, your smile, your feet open for me the gate
Of an Infinity I love and have never known."
-from Hymn to Beauty

Love in my life has always been wrapped in the tragic and textual dimensions of our coming together. We attract each other artfully. There is a genius to it, that goes beyond any describable game. There is much to learn from such surender, daring, and self-destruction! A laugh at the edge of the abyss! The greatest of guffaws come from two who share a language on the brink of time-- pioneers at the edge of space.

Answer 5

An impressive phrasing of the question.

Love can be considered as of two distinctly separate, but not exclusive types;
that of love as the noun,
and that of love as the verb.

Love as a noun is well described as materialistic, commercial and possessive. Strongly resembling greed, and influenced by narcissism, vanity, and often lust, (DNA’s drive to reproduce itself). When anyone speaks or thinks of love in any terms of gain, possession or loss, that concept of love will be rooted in emotions of selfishness, pride or fear, often all three. In noun terms, this is the dark side of the “coin” of love.
Love as a verb is calmer, more spiritual, selfless and aesthetic. Like love the noun, love the verb doesn’t HAVE to be tied to lust, but when it is, it is not about “need”, “want” or “have”, it’s more about “is”, “am”, and “are”. An action of the “now”, more cosmically poetic, and separated from the “is-was-will be” of mundane linear existence, love the verb is far less about the ”I” or the “you” and more about the “do”, in a non-place, non-thing, non-time, “timelessness”. In verb terms, this is the lighter side of the “act” of love.
Lust is the force that helps to drive, and usurp, both types of love. For love, the noun, lust is a basis of much of what is considered negative, when it is entwined with narcissism and vanity. For love the verb, lust is a basis of much of what is considered positive, seemingly very difficult to separate from the spiritual and aesthetic.
Lust provides a glue, and a potential for malice, in loves that are a delightfully chaotic blend of the noun and verb. In this most healthy form of love, seeking balance, for all involved, is always an issue.

Within modern societies vast sphere of influence, we are so bombarded by the extreme velocity, and frequency of the infinite potentially possible lifetimes to come, the choices flashing changes every millisecond in front of us, that we confine our selves in cages of “what we know well”, to cut down the exhausting work load on the mind, and the clawing clamoring and pleas over the many facets of the soul. The metaphoric walls we build around our lives, often keep out the love that wants to come in, and keep in the love that wants to come out. All of the loves, (the verb) die and are reborn, as something different, with every tick of time.
Outside of less complex societies that we would call the “third world”, there is little chance of anyone being able to tame the beast, ”LOVE” with any consistency. Imagine how bleak life could be, without an effort for love.

Question ~ The Moody Blues
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,To lose the love I knew,
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew,
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

Answer 6

love is a fantasy.it is ectacy it is the best feeling in the world. it makes u complete. it gives u a friend and a campanion. and even if u love some one u know doesnt love just knowing they r doing well makes u happy. it is a satisfaction like no other. sometimes it hurts too and here is no medication for such a pain. love is not only from ur heart it is also ur mind and soul.

Answer 7

The more I chase it, the more elusive it is. It's not how much you love, but how much you are loved by others. To find love, you must love. It is an ever changing emotion, that ebbs and flows like the tides, it can be powerful and make you weak at the same time....

Answer 8

love is the abcense of negativity and evil and the conscious directing of all that is positive and good towards another...its a strictly inward thing that needs no physical action or proof of its existance either to the loved or the one that loves, to be known of them. Love is not somthing that is learned or controlled but it is somthing that springs from the very inwardmost parts of the heart.....a spiritual quality from God. A gift.

Answer 9

When it happens to you, you'll know it and to find love, you must love. To me love is just when you care very deeply about a person and you can stand being away from that person. Like when you aren't with him/her and you miss the person so much that you can't wait to see him/her and to be in his/hers arms again. When you truly love someone, you would do anything for them. You would rather die than let your child die.

Answer 10

I don't think there is such thing as love anymore. Maybe it is possible with some people, but the majority of my age group today (17-25) is mainly concerned with getting as much sex, as quickly, and from as many people as possible.