Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is not cinema style flowers and sweet written soliloquies, but rushing to someone’s side at 2 o’clock in the morning, and not leaving.
Love is presence.
Love is not a passing romantic sentiment characterized by poetic words and idealistic expectations.
No, love is bigger than that.
It’s a verb, an action, a commitment to another.
It’s flying across the country just because your brother or sister, mother or father simply needs you.
It’s holding your friend as they sob into your shoulder, and never looking at the clock or wishing to be anywhere else in the world.
It’s allowing someone the space to share their dark bits, their shame, their hopes and their humor.
It’s when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own.
It’s “unselfishly choosing for another’s higher good,” says C.S. Lewis.
Love does not envy, boast, and is not proud.
Love is honest. It rebukes you, holds you accountable, and shows you what you can’t see about yourself.
Sometimes love has to walk away.
Love asks nothing of its recipient.
As my mother says, “I loved you from the moment I met you, and there’s nothing you could’ve done to make me love you any more or any less.”
Love does not dishonor others and is not self-seeking.
Love is Jesus, dying on the cross.
Love is God, sacrificing His beloved and perfect Son for us.
Love is not easily angered.
Love continues to show up for you, even when you know you don’t deserve it.
Being loved gives you strength, while loving gives your courage.
Love lets a person be who they really are.
Love keeps no record of wrongs.
Love connects us, allowing us to not feel so alone in this big, wide world.
Love is exponential. Loving until it hurts, only breeds more love.
Love begins with a smile.
Love does not electrify or intoxicate you, but allows you the gift of tender drowsiness, a restful peace.
Love gives life.
Love does not delight in evil but always rejoices in truth.
Love listens, cherishes, and focuses on the person in front of it.
Love is sometimes one-sided, unrequited, but continues anyway.
It’s a force more formidable than any other; invisible as the wind, yet powerful enough to change you in an instant and give you more overwhelming joy than could have possibly imagined.
Love is greater than any coveted possession ever could be.
Love is a gamble. Your heart will almost certainly be wrung out to dry every once in a while.
But even the most nihilistic and somber philosophers assert that, “We do not love life, because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.”
It gives meaning to our lives.
Love makes you young again.
It’s a better teacher than duty, says Albert Einstein.
Love always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres.
Love is a kin to war, easy to begin, but extremely difficult to stop.
It finds you, and forces your soul out of its hiding place.
It is the truest wisdom, embedded deep in our physiological makeup.
Love always shifts and changes.
It’s a triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Love is a strong and almost brutish passion, because all at once, it attacks the head, the heart and all of the senses.
Love never fails.