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Kirnwaffen
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Tryin' hard to chill in the city of Dis
Jul 2000
time: 22:30
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My favorite interpretation of Corinthians 13: something:
Love is patient, Love is kind,
It does not envy, it does not boast,
It is not proud, It is not rude,
It is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered,
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
Love always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
Love never fails.
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Dr Strangelove
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quote:
Originally posted by Ben Kenobi
With all these serious threads floating around, time for a lighter thread.
Shakespeare once said, and I agree.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
Was this man a stalker?
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Drogue
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Omnipresent conscience
Oct 2002
time: 05:30
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quote:
Originally posted by Immortal Wombat
"You're stunningly beautiful, don't complain much, and never ask awkward questions about 'commitment' and 'the future'." |
No, that's what you think, though might work. Just tell her that "Love is a special thing and you want to really be sure when you say it". Then be especially *affectionate* and see if she stops you 
About the topic. I think love is different to different people. I think it's an emotion, a feeling, that cannot be put into words, and thus you cannot say to someone if what they feel is love. Although you are the only one who can say if you are in love, you may not be right either. If you look back on something, and still see it as love, having been older, wiser and removed from it, then it probably is. Love is a prime in itself, it cannot be further broken down in defintion.
I know I'm in love because there is no other way to describe it. The way I feel cannot be put into words, I could not describe it and I cannot explain it. I know what I feel is far more than a mere infatuation, and the thought of it as such makes me feel sick, as it goes nowhere towards describing the depth of feeling there. I feel the complete unselfishness, for want of a better phrase, as Berzerker put it in his first post, but that does not encapsulate my emotion. I also feel some sort of dependancy. My happiness, my feelings, are dependant on her, to a large extent.
Many describe love as unselfishness, where the person you love is put above you, and they matter more to you than you so to yourself. I see this as a sympton of love, not the definition itself. Yes, this is common for people who believe they are in love, however it does not fully define it. You could feel that but not be in love, and you could also feel love without that, IMHO.
Love is undefinable, as everyone means something different when they say it, when they mean and feel it. In truth, love is just a word, and you could convince yourself that anythign is love. However the concept of love, the emotion of love, the way it feels, is something that is different for everyone, and could not be communicated in words. Love is when the only word that describes the way you feel is love, when you cannot describe, in any way, the way you feel, without saying I love you.
Last edited by Drogue on 15-09-2003 at 04:32
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st_swithin
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10069
Nov 2002
time: 05:30
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LOVE IN THE CITY
I've never been in love. I can say this with absolute assurance because I hate myself. How can you love someone else and have them love you back if you can't stand yourself? It becomes like a drug addiction, or chronic depression or insomnia - after a while, your body gets accustomed to it and it feels like it's been that way forever. Your brain gets stuck in a holding pattern. Sure, it's painful, but even getting beat up by an alcoholic parent on a daily basis loses its poignancy after enough repetitions. Scary movies get less and less scary with each viewing, until it becomes an exercise in analysis. Porn is much the same way.
I'm great at beating myself up: the reigning ChamPEEEEEN of the WOoooorld, as the saying goes. I can't even feel it anymore. My mom put it best the first time I got out of the hospital after a suicide attempt: "You can't even kill yourself right. You've failed at everything in your life, and now you can't even get suicide right." She was obviously disappointed. I have that effect on her. At least, I think to myself, I tried. What the **** have you done?
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Ecthy
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Zhonghuà Rénmín Gònghéguó
Mar 2000
time: 06:30
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should I:
a) tell her I love her despite not being sure
b) do what IW advised
c) do what that other guy advised I think it was Drogue, tell her love is so special and just get on with it
d) do something else (specify)
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