“Love is perhaps the strongest force in the universe. When you meditate with love, what you do is you feel love. Love is like a bird, you get on its back and you ride it up very high above the thought level.” FeelsUniverseForceLove IsLevelsBirdStrongestVisualizationLove Is Like Author:Frederick Lenz
“.. to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.” HumansReasonLanguageSoundCommunityLove IsPoetSelf LoveSingingBirdAnd Love Author:Sharon Olds
“Love is both Creator's and Saviour's gospel to mankind; a volume bound in rose-leaves, clasped with violets, and by the beaks of humming-birds printed with peach-juice on the leaves of lilies.” LoveLove IsMankindBirdRoseBoundsCreatorVolumeVioletJuicePrintedSaviourLiliesPeachesHummingBeaks Book:Pierre, Or The Ambiguities: Volume Seven, Scholarly Edition Source: Pierre, Or The Ambiguities: Volume Seven, Scholarly Edition
“If a building makes us light up, it is not because we see order; any row of file cabinets is ordered. What we recognize and love is the same kind of pattern we see in every face, the pattern of our own life form. The same principles apply to buildings that apply to mollusks, birds or trees. Architecture is the play of patterns derived from nature and ourselves.” IfsKindPlayLightFacesFormOrderLove IsPrinciplesTreeBuildingBirdAnd LovePatternsArchitectureFilesCabinetsLight UpMollusks Book:The Old Way of Seeing Source: The Old Way of Seeing
“Love is sacred. Beauty is sacred. Flowers are sacred. Birds are sacred. And sacredness brings the perfume of love and compassion. Therefore love and compassion is the perfume of sacredness. It sounds rather poetic, but...God IS poetry.” SoundLove IsCompassionFlowerBirdSacredPoeticPerfumeLove And CompassionSacredness Author:Vasant Lad
“The spirit of man is nomad, his blood bedouin, and love is the aboriginal tracker on the faded desert spoor of his lost self; and so I came to live my life not by conscious plan or prearranged design but as someone following the flight of a bird.” MenSelfSpiritLostLove IsPlansBloodDesignBirdConsciousAnd LoveFollowingFlightDesertLiving My LifeFadedAboriginalNomad Author:Laurens van der Post