1. Write ten four-word sentences about what love means to you.
2. Share your favorite quote on love.
3. Nominate ten other bloggers to do the same.
How do I feel about love? Well, I just told you above, but here are ten )rather longer than four words but hopefully delightfully illustrative) sentences on what love means to me:
2. Love is a risk, but it’s totally worth it.
3. Love never ends.
4. All you need is love.
5. Love isn’t all grand romantic gestures – love is in the little things.
6. Love is kind.
7. Love means being goofy together.
8. Love is a surprise massage.
9. Love is the best feeling in the world.
10. Love is knowing someone always has your back.
As for my favorite quote, you know it’s going to be less of a quote and more of a whole poem…
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
There are actually about a zillion quotes about love that I love, but this is the first one that popped into my head (though there was a pretty awesome quote in the Buffy season five episode “Family”, which I watched last night). If I started thinking about it, this whole post would probably be nothing but love quotes, so perhaps it’s best I stop… 😀
What’s it about? So glad you asked! Here be the blurb:
Long ago in a green island surrounded by protective mists, a people lived among the relics of a bygone age of which they knew nothing, not being archaeologists, but around whom they created a mythology. They were a volatile people, easily moved to love or war, and motivated by a strict sense of honour. They had women warriors and handsome lovers, wicked queens and cruel kings, precious heroines and flawed heroes. Magic was in the air, beneath the ground, and in the waves of the sea, and hyperbole was the stuff of stories. They were the Irish, and these are a few retellings of some of their beautiful stories.
I hope you’ll pick up a copy – after all, what’s not to love about a collection of love stories? 🙂
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