Love. And again, see I don't mean, I think love is that condition in the human spirit so profund, that it allows us to forgive, and it may be the energy which keeps the stars in the firmament, I'm not sure. It may be the energy which keeps the blood running smoothly through our veins. I'm not sure, but it's something beyond the explanation. It can be used for anything you can explain. Any good thing you can explain.

I learned to love my son without wanting to possess him and I learned how to teach him to teach himself.

Late OctoberCarefullythe leaves of autumnsprinkle down the tinnysound of little dyingsand skies satedof ruddy sunsetsof roseate dawnsroil ceaselessly incobweb greys and turnto blackfor comfort.Only loverssee the falla signal end to endingsa gruffish gesture alertingthose who will not be alarmedthat we begin to stopin order to beginagain.

Each time, my search for true loveLeads me to the gates of hell.

He watched her every move and when she left the room, his eyes allowed her reluctantly to go.

I don't think she ever knew that a deep-brooding love hung over everything she touched.

Southern themes will range from generous and luscious love to cruel and bitter hate, but no one can ever claim that the South is petty or indifferent.

Instead, pursue the things you love doing, and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off you.

I thought of human beings, as far back as I had read, of our deeds and didoes. According to some scientists, we were born to forever crawl in swamps, but for some not yet explained reason, we decided to stand erect and, despite gravity's pull and push, to remain standing. We, carnivorous beings, decided not to eat our brothers and sisters but to try to respect them. And further, to try to love them.