Arpita Bhattacharya #modle #actor/director #photogenic #selfiholic on instagram @selfie_queen_arpita #Follow_her #die_heart_fan_of_darshan_raval
Sunday, 5 June 2016
Whenever you say you are too busy to love, you are really too busy to live.
Forgiveness is the greatest and most loving gift of all.
When your love is strong, you have the strength to love even those who hate you.
It is easy to love in the good times. It is loving in the difficult times that counts.
Fear is what stops us from living. Love sets us free to enjoy life to its fullest.
To love sometimes requires taking risks.
When your heart is moved with compassion, you will find a way to serve.
Humility is a key characteristic of those who love.
Forgiveness is the greatest and most loving gift of all.
When your love is strong, you have the strength to love even those who hate you.
It is easy to love in the good times. It is loving in the difficult times that counts.
Fear is what stops us from living. Love sets us free to enjoy life to its fullest.
To love sometimes requires taking risks.
When your heart is moved with compassion, you will find a way to serve.
Humility is a key characteristic of those who love.
-LOVELY THOUGHTS
Awesome Love Thoughts
" Love is not finding someone to live with, It's finding someone
you can't live without."
" Happiness is to love and to be loved. "
" Love is like heaven but hurts like hell. "
" Women are made to be loved, not understood. "
~Oscar Wilde
" If music be the food of love, play on. "
~Shakespeare
Lovely Thoughts
Inspirational Lovely Thoughts On Love
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two
Arpita bhattacharya
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