As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.
Henry Van DykeRead
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
Interpretation
Time is experienced differently based on our emotions and states of mind, with love transcending time.
This quote reflects on how our perception of time varies with our feelings and attitudes. For instance, those waiting may feel time drags on, while those in fear or grief often find it fleeting. In contrast, when one is in love, time seems to become timeless or eternal, suggesting that love adds profound depth to our experience of life.
In practice
Sharing this quote during a wedding ceremony to emphasize the timelessness of love.
As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.
It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.
Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; Of all who live, I am the one by whom This work can best be done in the right way."
And you will remember that love is not getting, but giving; not a wild dream of pleasure, and a madness of desire — oh no, love is not that — it is goodness, and honour, and peace, and pure living — yes, love is that; and it is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives longest.
Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.
No amount of energy will take the place of thought. A strenuous life with its eyes shut is a kind of wild insanity.
For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.
She is immensely interested in him. She has even secret mischievous moments in which she wishes she could get him alone, on a desert island, away from all ties and with nobody else in the world to consider, and just drag him off his pedestal and see him making love like any common man.
Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.
How glorious the splendor of a human heart that trusts that it is loved!
Money cannot buy the fuel of love but is excellent kindling.
I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.
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