2. She was devoted to him, but she no longer loved him madly.
她一心一意地爱他，但是这份爱不再疯狂。
3. She loved him so much: it was a fairytale romance.
她深深爱着他：这是个童话般的浪漫故事。
4. She loved her own children, almost smothering them with love.
她十分疼爱自己的孩子，几乎到了溺爱的程度。
5. We loved the food so much, especially the fish dishes.
我们很喜欢这些食物，尤其是鱼。
6. She loved the scent in the house of wax polish.
她喜欢房子里打过蜡的味道。
7. I saw him do his one-man show in London, which I loved.
我在伦敦看过他的独角戏，非常喜欢。
8. She would have loved to have a better-paying job with more responsibility.
她本想有一份报酬更高、职权更大的工作。
9. She loved singing as a child and started vocal training at 12.
她从小就喜欢唱歌，12岁开始了声乐训练。
10. The young girl loved to play with her playmates.
这个小女孩喜欢和她的伙伴一起玩。
11. She needs and wants to be loved with overwhelming passion and adoration.
她需要并想要被爱的滔滔激情和倾慕所包围。
12. Their books are loved by young readers the world over.
他们的书得到了全世界年轻读者的喜爱。
13. Because he once loved her, she still has a hold on him.
因为他曾经爱过她，她现在仍能对他产生影响。
14. My own family I loved with all my heart.
我真心实意地爱我全家人。
15. Do you have the sense that you are loved by the public?
你认为自己深受民众喜爱吗?
关于love 的英文阅读：What is Love?爱是什么?
What is Love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really love?
I recently overheard someone say in a conversation that there is no such thing as “ unconditional love .” I would have to agree, although for different reasons. Love within itself is unconditional. Anything else is only an attempt to love, a learning to get us nearer to the one true knowing of love. It may be honorable, well-intentioned, passionate and desiring, courageous and pure. It may be felt as temporary, but if lost easily it may not have been love at all. Love cannot be thwarted and often fall short of what we hope love will be. This is where we learn we are human.
Love has been experienced as a life of living poetry. Love has been experienced as being the very notes of song, uplifting and generous to the wanting ear. Love has been experienced as the final act of giving one’s life for another in battle. Love has been experienced as an endless passionate over flow of emotion in the arms of waiting lover.
What do you do with the love granted to you each day? How many times do we deny its expression for others because we fear what our own expressions will bring? Are we not denying our creator every time we deny the expression of love?
Lost, empty, alone and searching. As individuals who have experienced separation or divorce, or even the loss of a loved one to death, the separation can be the most traumatic experience we live through. The heart-wrenching pain that seems to never really go away, the enormous waves that hit us daily, the times we hit the wall right after a strong and uplifting experience reminds us that we are learning. We are learning about strength, passion for our own life, about our own sincerity in our beliefs, about our loyalty to who we are, and certainly about our own genuineness. We search for that day when love will come again. We search everywhere, everyday, almost every hour.
It has been said for centuries that “ love is where the eyes meet with passion, for the eyes cannot hide what the heart feels.” So we have learned to look outward for this eternal love that will fulfill us, forgetting that it must first fill our own hearts. Perhaps that is why we fall into such pain and agony and sorrow when a love affair fails. It is at that moment that we realize we did not fail the other person we expressed love to , but we have somehow not fulfilled ourselves once again. We combat failure with a misunderstood unfulfilled promise. We lade it, not knowing if we will ever find it again. The emotion tides life and fall ,crash and settle, then lift again.
No one else, no matter how much we talk or cry, can pull us through the anxious hours of soul repair and growth. It is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against the winds that would blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless. It is at this time that we find the lobe that binds us together with every other being that surrounds us on the planet. Eventually we find the sun still rises to meet in the morning and the stars continue to show us the way each night. The rivers still flow downstream into oceans that will never turn them away. The trees still reach upward every day praising the God that made them. We stand up straight and take a lesson from it all.
What if you woke up one morning and realized that you were the only person left on the face of the earth? Who would you love? Why do we wait so long to start the journey that begins in the same place that it ends?Love, in all its endlessness, unboundedness and failed definitions is this experience.
Love doesn’t ask why. It doesn’t come. It doesn’t go. It just is. It is not only in our hands, it is our hands. It isn’t only in our heart, it is what makes our heart beat every beat. It wraps itself around us so securely that all we need to do to survive against all odds is to recognize it as the very breath we just drew, and the last breath we just let go.
2. She was devoted to him, but she no longer loved him madly.
她一心一意地爱他，但是这份爱不再疯狂。
3. She loved him so much: it was a fairytale romance.
她深深爱着他：这是个童话般的浪漫故事。
4. She loved her own children, almost smothering them with love.
她十分疼爱自己的孩子，几乎到了溺爱的程度。
5. We loved the food so much, especially the fish dishes.
我们很喜欢这些食物，尤其是鱼。
6. She loved the scent in the house of wax polish.
她喜欢房子里打过蜡的味道。
7. I saw him do his one-man show in London, which I loved.
我在伦敦看过他的独角戏，非常喜欢。
8. She would have loved to have a better-paying job with more responsibility.
她本想有一份报酬更高、职权更大的工作。
9. She loved singing as a child and started vocal training at 12.
她从小就喜欢唱歌，12岁开始了声乐训练。
10. The young girl loved to play with her playmates.
这个小女孩喜欢和她的伙伴一起玩。
11. She needs and wants to be loved with overwhelming passion and adoration.
她需要并想要被爱的滔滔激情和倾慕所包围。
12. Their books are loved by young readers the world over.
他们的书得到了全世界年轻读者的喜爱。
13. Because he once loved her, she still has a hold on him.
因为他曾经爱过她，她现在仍能对他产生影响。
14. My own family I loved with all my heart.
我真心实意地爱我全家人。
15. Do you have the sense that you are loved by the public?
你认为自己深受民众喜爱吗?
关于love 的英文阅读：What is Love?爱是什么?
What is Love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really love?
I recently overheard someone say in a conversation that there is no such thing as “ unconditional love .” I would have to agree, although for different reasons. Love within itself is unconditional. Anything else is only an attempt to love, a learning to get us nearer to the one true knowing of love. It may be honorable, well-intentioned, passionate and desiring, courageous and pure. It may be felt as temporary, but if lost easily it may not have been love at all. Love cannot be thwarted and often fall short of what we hope love will be. This is where we learn we are human.
Love has been experienced as a life of living poetry. Love has been experienced as being the very notes of song, uplifting and generous to the wanting ear. Love has been experienced as the final act of giving one’s life for another in battle. Love has been experienced as an endless passionate over flow of emotion in the arms of waiting lover.
What do you do with the love granted to you each day? How many times do we deny its expression for others because we fear what our own expressions will bring? Are we not denying our creator every time we deny the expression of love?
Lost, empty, alone and searching. As individuals who have experienced separation or divorce, or even the loss of a loved one to death, the separation can be the most traumatic experience we live through. The heart-wrenching pain that seems to never really go away, the enormous waves that hit us daily, the times we hit the wall right after a strong and uplifting experience reminds us that we are learning. We are learning about strength, passion for our own life, about our own sincerity in our beliefs, about our loyalty to who we are, and certainly about our own genuineness. We search for that day when love will come again. We search everywhere, everyday, almost every hour.
It has been said for centuries that “ love is where the eyes meet with passion, for the eyes cannot hide what the heart feels.” So we have learned to look outward for this eternal love that will fulfill us, forgetting that it must first fill our own hearts. Perhaps that is why we fall into such pain and agony and sorrow when a love affair fails. It is at that moment that we realize we did not fail the other person we expressed love to , but we have somehow not fulfilled ourselves once again. We combat failure with a misunderstood unfulfilled promise. We lade it, not knowing if we will ever find it again. The emotion tides life and fall ,crash and settle, then lift again.
No one else, no matter how much we talk or cry, can pull us through the anxious hours of soul repair and growth. It is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against the winds that would blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless. It is at this time that we find the lobe that binds us together with every other being that surrounds us on the planet. Eventually we find the sun still rises to meet in the morning and the stars continue to show us the way each night. The rivers still flow downstream into oceans that will never turn them away. The trees still reach upward every day praising the God that made them. We stand up straight and take a lesson from it all.
What if you woke up one morning and realized that you were the only person left on the face of the earth? Who would you love? Why do we wait so long to start the journey that begins in the same place that it ends?Love, in all its endlessness, unboundedness and failed definitions is this experience.
Love doesn’t ask why. It doesn’t come. It doesn’t go. It just is. It is not only in our hands, it is our hands. It isn’t only in our heart, it is what makes our heart beat every beat. It wraps itself around us so securely that all we need to do to survive against all odds is to recognize it as the very breath we just drew, and the last breath we just let go.
2. She was devoted to him, but she no longer loved him madly.
她一心一意地爱他，但是这份爱不再疯狂。
3. She loved him so much: it was a fairytale romance.
她深深爱着他：这是个童话般的浪漫故事。
4. She loved her own children, almost smothering them with love.
她十分疼爱自己的孩子，几乎到了溺爱的程度。
5. We loved the food so much, especially the fish dishes.
我们很喜欢这些食物，尤其是鱼。
6. She loved the scent in the house of wax polish.
她喜欢房子里打过蜡的味道。
7. I saw him do his one-man show in London, which I loved.
我在伦敦看过他的独角戏，非常喜欢。
8. She would have loved to have a better-paying job with more responsibility.
她本想有一份报酬更高、职权更大的工作。
9. She loved singing as a child and started vocal training at 12.
她从小就喜欢唱歌，12岁开始了声乐训练。
10. The young girl loved to play with her playmates.
这个小女孩喜欢和她的伙伴一起玩。
11. She needs and wants to be loved with overwhelming passion and adoration.
她需要并想要被爱的滔滔激情和倾慕所包围。
12. Their books are loved by young readers the world over.
他们的书得到了全世界年轻读者的喜爱。
13. Because he once loved her, she still has a hold on him.
因为他曾经爱过她，她现在仍能对他产生影响。
14. My own family I loved with all my heart.
我真心实意地爱我全家人。
15. Do you have the sense that you are loved by the public?
你认为自己深受民众喜爱吗?
关于love 的英文阅读：What is Love?爱是什么?
What is Love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really love?
I recently overheard someone say in a conversation that there is no such thing as “ unconditional love .” I would have to agree, although for different reasons. Love within itself is unconditional. Anything else is only an attempt to love, a learning to get us nearer to the one true knowing of love. It may be honorable, well-intentioned, passionate and desiring, courageous and pure. It may be felt as temporary, but if lost easily it may not have been love at all. Love cannot be thwarted and often fall short of what we hope love will be. This is where we learn we are human.
Love has been experienced as a life of living poetry. Love has been experienced as being the very notes of song, uplifting and generous to the wanting ear. Love has been experienced as the final act of giving one’s life for another in battle. Love has been experienced as an endless passionate over flow of emotion in the arms of waiting lover.
What do you do with the love granted to you each day? How many times do we deny its expression for others because we fear what our own expressions will bring? Are we not denying our creator every time we deny the expression of love?
Lost, empty, alone and searching. As individuals who have experienced separation or divorce, or even the loss of a loved one to death, the separation can be the most traumatic experience we live through. The heart-wrenching pain that seems to never really go away, the enormous waves that hit us daily, the times we hit the wall right after a strong and uplifting experience reminds us that we are learning. We are learning about strength, passion for our own life, about our own sincerity in our beliefs, about our loyalty to who we are, and certainly about our own genuineness. We search for that day when love will come again. We search everywhere, everyday, almost every hour.
It has been said for centuries that “ love is where the eyes meet with passion, for the eyes cannot hide what the heart feels.” So we have learned to look outward for this eternal love that will fulfill us, forgetting that it must first fill our own hearts. Perhaps that is why we fall into such pain and agony and sorrow when a love affair fails. It is at that moment that we realize we did not fail the other person we expressed love to , but we have somehow not fulfilled ourselves once again. We combat failure with a misunderstood unfulfilled promise. We lade it, not knowing if we will ever find it again. The emotion tides life and fall ,crash and settle, then lift again.
No one else, no matter how much we talk or cry, can pull us through the anxious hours of soul repair and growth. It is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against the winds that would blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless. It is at this time that we find the lobe that binds us together with every other being that surrounds us on the planet. Eventually we find the sun still rises to meet in the morning and the stars continue to show us the way each night. The rivers still flow downstream into oceans that will never turn them away. The trees still reach upward every day praising the God that made them. We stand up straight and take a lesson from it all.
What if you woke up one morning and realized that you were the only person left on the face of the earth? Who would you love? Why do we wait so long to start the journey that begins in the same place that it ends?Love, in all its endlessness, unboundedness and failed definitions is this experience.
Love doesn’t ask why. It doesn’t come. It doesn’t go. It just is. It is not only in our hands, it is our hands. It isn’t only in our heart, it is what makes our heart beat every beat. It wraps itself around us so securely that all we need to do to survive against all odds is to recognize it as the very breath we just drew, and the last breath we just let go.
2. She was devoted to him, but she no longer loved him madly.
她一心一意地爱他，但是这份爱不再疯狂。
3. She loved him so much: it was a fairytale romance.
她深深爱着他：这是个童话般的浪漫故事。
4. She loved her own children, almost smothering them with love.
她十分疼爱自己的孩子，几乎到了溺爱的程度。
5. We loved the food so much, especially the fish dishes.
我们很喜欢这些食物，尤其是鱼。
6. She loved the scent in the house of wax polish.
她喜欢房子里打过蜡的味道。
7. I saw him do his one-man show in London, which I loved.
我在伦敦看过他的独角戏，非常喜欢。
8. She would have loved to have a better-paying job with more responsibility.
她本想有一份报酬更高、职权更大的工作。
9. She loved singing as a child and started vocal training at 12.
她从小就喜欢唱歌，12岁开始了声乐训练。
10. The young girl loved to play with her playmates.
这个小女孩喜欢和她的伙伴一起玩。
11. She needs and wants to be loved with overwhelming passion and adoration.
她需要并想要被爱的滔滔激情和倾慕所包围。
12. Their books are loved by young readers the world over.
他们的书得到了全世界年轻读者的喜爱。
13. Because he once loved her, she still has a hold on him.
因为他曾经爱过她，她现在仍能对他产生影响。
14. My own family I loved with all my heart.
我真心实意地爱我全家人。
15. Do you have the sense that you are loved by the public?
你认为自己深受民众喜爱吗?
关于love 的英文阅读：What is Love?爱是什么?
What is Love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really love?
I recently overheard someone say in a conversation that there is no such thing as “ unconditional love .” I would have to agree, although for different reasons. Love within itself is unconditional. Anything else is only an attempt to love, a learning to get us nearer to the one true knowing of love. It may be honorable, well-intentioned, passionate and desiring, courageous and pure. It may be felt as temporary, but if lost easily it may not have been love at all. Love cannot be thwarted and often fall short of what we hope love will be. This is where we learn we are human.
Love has been experienced as a life of living poetry. Love has been experienced as being the very notes of song, uplifting and generous to the wanting ear. Love has been experienced as the final act of giving one’s life for another in battle. Love has been experienced as an endless passionate over flow of emotion in the arms of waiting lover.
What do you do with the love granted to you each day? How many times do we deny its expression for others because we fear what our own expressions will bring? Are we not denying our creator every time we deny the expression of love?
Lost, empty, alone and searching. As individuals who have experienced separation or divorce, or even the loss of a loved one to death, the separation can be the most traumatic experience we live through. The heart-wrenching pain that seems to never really go away, the enormous waves that hit us daily, the times we hit the wall right after a strong and uplifting experience reminds us that we are learning. We are learning about strength, passion for our own life, about our own sincerity in our beliefs, about our loyalty to who we are, and certainly about our own genuineness. We search for that day when love will come again. We search everywhere, everyday, almost every hour.
It has been said for centuries that “ love is where the eyes meet with passion, for the eyes cannot hide what the heart feels.” So we have learned to look outward for this eternal love that will fulfill us, forgetting that it must first fill our own hearts. Perhaps that is why we fall into such pain and agony and sorrow when a love affair fails. It is at that moment that we realize we did not fail the other person we expressed love to , but we have somehow not fulfilled ourselves once again. We combat failure with a misunderstood unfulfilled promise. We lade it, not knowing if we will ever find it again. The emotion tides life and fall ,crash and settle, then lift again.
No one else, no matter how much we talk or cry, can pull us through the anxious hours of soul repair and growth. It is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against the winds that would blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless. It is at this time that we find the lobe that binds us together with every other being that surrounds us on the planet. Eventually we find the sun still rises to meet in the morning and the stars continue to show us the way each night. The rivers still flow downstream into oceans that will never turn them away. The trees still reach upward every day praising the God that made them. We stand up straight and take a lesson from it all.
What if you woke up one morning and realized that you were the only person left on the face of the earth? Who would you love? Why do we wait so long to start the journey that begins in the same place that it ends?Love, in all its endlessness, unboundedness and failed definitions is this experience.
Love doesn’t ask why. It doesn’t come. It doesn’t go. It just is. It is not only in our hands, it is our hands. It isn’t only in our heart, it is what makes our heart beat every beat. It wraps itself around us so securely that all we need to do to survive against all odds is to recognize it as the very breath we just drew, and the last breath we just let go.
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