FOR PASSION
Romantic love is the “halo”
we crown
a desirable person with.
Once its rays fade away
the person ends up common.
Of all illusions
the most beautiful is the one of romantic love.
You think that you are ― and that you will always be ―
in love with one person.
In fact you love
being in love with… love.
There is a way to eliminate
love from human souls.
By ripping out human heart.
Love often wounds.
But the loveless ones are the most deeply
wounded even from the deepest
love wound.
When a love is “borne”
the ones in love rarely think
that whatever gets borne dies.
They believe
in their own eternal love…
Every new romantic liaison,
every new relationship, takes something away
from one of the love partners
and gives him something from the other one.
Not “make love”
share love
say the ones who can
experience the essence
and the grandeur of love.
The vulgarization of love
and the love of vulgarity.
Love is innately
pain ― a mystic wrote.
This explains why many avoid
love and prefer loves…
The lover that drinks
even one tear of a woman,
acts according to the norm:
the part instead of the whole.
The ones in love are
the biggest oath breakers;
they swear that only death
will separate them. And what separates them
is usually life…
The ones in love are usually
two “egoists” who love
one another but rarely love
humanisticly the others.
They don’t have any “heart”
left to love them.
The more love joins
two hearts, the more, sex
without love dis-joins two strangers.
When it comes to sex, the lovers do not remain
satisfied when they exploit
one another and don’t get assimilated
one with another.
Even the most intense love
is doomed
to fade away; just like all the intense
elements of life.
Time equalizes
unfulfilled love
with a replete one.
When it comes to love
lovers rarely love one another
with the same passion, or maintain
the same initial passion.
More often one of them loves and
the other allows to be loved.
Love always leads to love.
Passion leads to “occupancy”.
Occupancy to jealousy.
Jealousy, not rarely, to hatred…
Erotic passion lasts less
than love. Still it inspires
more than love,
to create actions of love.
If a lie kills love,
one day “truth” devastates it
once and for all…
Modern times favor easiness;
but love is never easy.
In order love to be complete…
something must be missing from it.
We fall in love with someone,
obviously because we ignore his flaws
in the first place. If we were aware of them,
it’s doubtful whether
we would fall in love with him.
No lover turns to
drugs or toxic substitutes.
Love is more drastic.
The umbrella of reason bends,
in the storm of love.
Complacency is,
the first and the last mistake
which leads to the end of love.
Love is passion, intensity
and alertness. If these disappear
love disappears too.
Time and passion:
two everlasting rivals…
We usually fall in love
with the one who transcends us.
And the one we admire,
because he transcends us in a way.
Love knows exactly when to come
and when to go. It’s us that don’t know
when to welcome it and when
to tell it “goodbye”.
Love too is a road… a dead end road.
Romantic love: two solitudes
in one co-existence.
Love was given
from the divine for the “completion
of the person” and the
re-finding of our self.
The grandeur of love
consist of this:
Through another person,
you can realize
the depth of yourself,
the hidden one.
Love is innately
absolute. If you “relativate” it
you annul it.
Love is innately
concentrated power. It can’t be
experienced neither “lukewarm”
nor “concentrated” for long.
We wouldn’t stand
so much intensity and passion.
Without even a slight dose of jealousy
love fades away. With a big dose
it risks getting torn apart…
In love the words “I hate you”, mean
“I love you, though you hurt me”…
As long as there is hatred between
lovers, love can smoulder
with the hope of a reunion.
Without hatred, one lapses
to the worst: to indifference…
As bitter as absinthin, is the pain
of love betrayal.
The one in love sees
in the beloved person
what the others don’t.
And doesn’t see what the others
usually see.
At the beginning of a love affair
the lovers over-estimate
one another; at the end,
they under-estimate one another.
Any love’s conclusion
is visible right from the beginning.
It’s just that the lovers
cannot see it from the beginning.
The only certain thing about love is
that no one can play
with it having “certain” cards.
The sexual aspect of love shows
reveals a conflict between lovers,
which has to do with the conflict
of the two sexes. When it comes to passion
there is not only love; but also rivalry.
In a long term love affair,
the lovers carry different kind of burdens;
women carry the burden
of male presence; men
carry the burden of female demands.
Passion ceases to be
passion when it wears off from passion
to… complacency.
Lovers share
the blood that flows
through the secret passages of heart.
Sex innately is
impersonal.
It’s love that
specifies it
into a certain person.
When it comes to love, one changes
his freedom
in order to enjoy it to the fullest.
Love is genuine,
absolute, when someone gives without
wanting to receive back, when he gives without
knowing if he is going to receive back.
He falls into the fire without minding
whether he’s going to get burnt.
In a strong and absolute love,
a little something of holiness exists.
The one absolutely in love becomes saint…
Love… the river of life.
The river is the firstborn of fire
and death…
FOR LOVE
Love: the only truth
that doesn’t need any interpretations
and doesn’t take any misinterpretations.
Love is the only
quality which includes
the outmost strength, without a trace of violence.
Love is a burden
for those who don’t want to love.
And a “feather” for those who want
and know how to love.
Just like an un-exercised muscle atrophies,
so does love. Without exercise,
the sparkle of love fades.
Love is a strange thing;
you give it to others,
and instead of getting poorer,
you get richer than before!
Love between
the beloved is distant when
“I” gets between them.
“We” meant as “I”
is the perfect bond of union.
Every single act of love
is sealed with a kiss;
and a tear of pain.
The power of love
and the love for power.
Two meanings which
countermand each other.
The finest fruits
of love mature along with
the maturity of time.
Whoever knows how to love,
doesn’t often “change” friends.
And he rarely acquires, or maintain enemies.
Love is not an imposing love;
love is “officiated”
only through freedom
and inside freedom.
We want to be loved;
but as much as
WE want to be loved.
I do not fear the flames
of love. I Fear
the fire set
in the name of love.
There’s no effective medicine
for love except for one: love itself.
Love without sacrifice = words without love.
The greatest incompetent:
the one who is not capable
of loving others!
The art of love
is the greatest of all arts.
That is why we need
the outmost intentness to it
as we serve it.
Love is
a multi bezel diamond.
The more we gleam it
the more it shines.
Love covers a multitude of sins;
just like money covers a multitude
of scandals.
One of biggest mistakes of your life:
to love the wrong person.
Humans often fall victims
to the ones they love,
and are not loved back to the same extend.
Love is like the flame of a candle.
We bequeath it,
without the flame being lessened.
Only the one who knows how to truly love,
also knows how to truly “hate”…
Any punishment without love
rarely recalls to ones senses…
And the prisons multiply.
Many altruists talk of love,
until someone touches their “pocket”…
It is love that makes the man mature
and makes him a man.
For with love man accomplishes
the self- transcendence.
And through self- transcendence
he accomplishes the completion.
Loving your fellow-man as yourself
is very hard. Still it is also hard,
loving yourself without becoming “selfish”.
Loving someone, means helping him be
or become himself.
Just like germs are destroyed when they
get into honey,
likewise anything ugly and bad which
sinks into genuine love is self-destroyed.
Humans often love what they shouldn’t love
and detest what they should love.
In order to reach the proper point of balance,
they have to reject many hatreds,
as well as forget many loves…
It’s preferable not to love something
than to have the wrong kind of love for it.
Not “I think, therefore I exist”.
Neither “I doubt, therefore I exist”.
But, I love therefore I exist.
And I exist while I love.
Without love there is no life.
Love is almighty… because it is powerless.
Love ― someone said is
“perfect bond of union”.
Could there be a better definition?
There is a problem with love.
How could it be possible for
someone to keep on loving,
in a world that has stopped
loving long ago.
Even the most ignorant,
can learn reading: on the
“alphabet” of love!
Show me how you love,
and I’ll tell you who you are.
If the saying of the Gospel
“There is more happiness in giving
than there is in receiving”
applies in every occasion,
it applies the most in love.
This is where someone
realizes that the more he gives
the more he gets back.
Even the most capable in crosswords,
feels awkward, in front of
the “crossword of love”.
I detest the “two-hearted” man.
That is, the man, who invoking the divine…
loves himself only.
The humbleness of love
and the love for humbleness.
There is nothing more beautiful
than to show your love to someone
calmly. With a smile.
Or, even, silently: with a tear.
It’s preferable
to conflict with the one you love
in order to save your love,
than, indifferently, accept the things
that will one day make your love fade.
Every time you want to judge someone,
be sure to dip your tongue into love.
You’ll have better results…
It seems impossible for someone
to love his enemy.
In order to be able to love him
he must first find the strength to pray for him. By praying, he has already loved him…
There are no graduates
from the school of love.
The love intentioned discipline,
worths more than a thousand loveless smiles.
You can love someone you don’t know.
Though to really love someone,
you have to know him well.
Maternal love is unquestionably
the most superior kind of self-sacrificing love.
That is why in the Bible also
the word “love”
is derived from
a word meaning “uterus”.
Remove love from a human,
and you’ll immediately have one
“breathing animal”!
Even he who doesn’t believe in miracles
can believe in the miracle of love.
And believing, he can feel its power.
In the beginning the Word was,
and the Word was to love,
that God is Love.
To love someone,
does not only mean to accept him
but to put up with him also.
Something often forgotten
by those who say that they love.
Even one iridescent drop of love
reflects all the colors of love.
Love exists beyond every visible boundary.
The limitless love breaks the limits of words.
If you want to enter the life of love
show love throughout your life.
Love is the self-revealing truth,
through which
all the other truths are revealed.
The grandeur of love lies in the fact that
it never demands; it simply serves.
Whoever loves is the richest-poor:
even having nothing, he owns the whole world.
When it comes to love
― since we sometimes ignore its “dimensions”―
we often hurt the most
the ones that we love the most.
On the certificate of our virtue,
only one seal can be put: love!
True love fears nothing
except for one: the loss of love.
Love is the only thing
that gives us certainty in life.
It is the only right thing
for it does not care
whether it is right or wrong.
Unselfish love, as a antidote to the
temporary “semen” of passion
can make passion last…
Love’s skein,
no mater how simple it seems,
is difficult to unravel.
The high walls around,
do not fall with a battering ram;
they fall with the siege of love.
Love cannot be separated from loyalty.
Loving someone means trusting him.
Love “first” hears the footsteps
of the beloved one;
it hears them before the mind,
the eyes, the hands do.
The distortion of the meaning of love
never leads to the conquer of love itself.
Love is a great query;
still it doesn’t have an answer
to all the occasions.
“I Love You”:
the most perfect last words to be said.
The final goal of love:
The “vision” of God through the beloved one.
Love is the ultimate quality of life.
God acts through it.
Dimitris Tsinikopoulos