I heard stories from my mother's mother who was an American Indian. She was spiritual, although she did not go to church, but she had the hum. She used to tell me stories of the rivers.
Tina TurnerRead
What is love but a second-hand emotion?
Interpretation
Love can be viewed as an emotion that is often influenced by past experiences and perceptions.
In this quote, Tina Turner suggests that love is not a pure or original emotion; rather, it is shaped by previous interactions and relationships. The phrase 'second-hand emotion' implies that our experience of love is filtered through the memories and feelings of others, indicating that love may not be as straightforward or genuine as we often think.
In practice
In a discussion about the complexities of romantic relationships.
I heard stories from my mother's mother who was an American Indian. She was spiritual, although she did not go to church, but she had the hum. She used to tell me stories of the rivers.
My legacy is that I stayed on course... from the beginning to the end, because I believed in something inside of me.
My legacy is that I stayed on course...from the beginning to the end, because I believed in something inside of me.
You must love and care for yourself, because that's when the best comes out.
You take your problems to a god, but what you really need is for the god to take you to the inside of you.
I'm not wise, but the beginning of wisdom is there; it's like relaxing into - and an acceptance of - things.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Two pure souls fused into one by an impassioned love-friends, counselors-a mutual support and inspiration to each other amid life's struggles, must know the highest human happiness;-this is marriage; and this is the only cornerstone of an enduring home.
The moon has become a dancer _x000D_ at this festival of LOVE.
I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent, or reach for a man: as one might stretch for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this, they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness, sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since, the answering yes.
How could an Angel break my heart? Why didn't he catch my falling star? I wish I didn't wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart.
Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.
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