What can we make of LOVE

What of LOVE

“Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.” ― Leo Buscaglia



 There is bitter sweet love and passionate love, dirty love, clean love, sacred love, cheesy love, forgiving love, and brotherly love. Unrequited love, and motherly love, sisterly love, and love worth waiting for. There is love that can't wait any longer, love without words, erotic love, platonic love, dramatic love, blind love, secret love, the love that can drive you insane, and static love. There is the love to end all loves, and the love that got away. There is broken love, and soft love, and fatherly love, there is hard love, and kinky love, there is compassionate love, robust love, risky love and endless love. There is sweet love and long lasting love, and there is the love that was never spoken of. There is the beginning of love and the end of love. There is selfless love and crazy love, and above all there is self love. 

 There is amore, amar, amor, maite, kärlek, liebe, aroha, Is breá, lyublyu, amour, love, agape (αγάπη). 

 What there never ever was or should be is selfish love.

 I've been reading recently about love in its many forms, by various authors, philosophers and poets. I can't in any way be 100% sure what love is yet, but I've definitely understood over the years what love is not, so my exploration continues in theory and in practice. Here is my top 9 (The 10th one is under exploration) list of books on love... read on, love on, and be open to it my fellow readers. In the end of course reading about love is like reading about cooking... you actually have to get in the kitchen to cook a meal, good or bad, with all the failures and blunders that it entails. So in my book its better to love that to not love at all. 

My TOP books on LOVE:

and a little funny clip we all know :) and a little Lionel never hurt anyone :






“...the opposite of love is not hate -- it's apathy. It's not giving a damn. If somebody hates me, they must "feel" something ... or they couldn't possibly hate. Therefore, there's some way in which I can get to them.” ― Leo Buscaglia

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