Love is such a vast term. There are numerous definitions for the beautiful word, so many variations of the feeling that most people sense very differently. The focus of this assignment though will be on the type love one feels for their partner. This is the most important type of love that there is. The inexplicably amazing surge of warmth and happiness that spreads within you when being with your partner. When you love someone deeply enough just looking into each other’s eyes makes your face flush and heart skip a beat. It’s the most wonderful feeling you can possibly imagine. During those comforting late night talks, wrapped in each other’s arms is when love is felt the most. That tingling feeling that rushes from your face all the way down
Here he means basically that love condemns monogamy because it condemns love. I've always thought of love for lack of a better word...'Acceptance'. It basically means accepting diversity and who we all are and what we choose to do with our lives. It cannot be an ignorant love. For instance I was just PMing a user named Marshmallow Moo that criticized me for being an atheist and not having a love for everyone. Well you can't have an ignorant love for murderers. I asked her if she had enough control of the system, what would she do with murderers? Because love does not entail locking them away. But to not lock them away would be an act of dis-love toward the good people that now have to be endangered to murderers. Right? So love can be given
What is Love? Love can take many different forms or degrees, and have completely different meanings depending on the individual. Because of this, love is often viewed as being impossible to describe and express in just words. According to psychologists, love is often viewed as an involuntary emotion in which a person seeks for a strong emotional union with another person. For me, love is being with people who let me be myself and who I enjoy spending my time with. Love for me can be hanging out with friends, or spending time with family. But, even with these parameters, I still love some individuals and experiences more than others. Trying to type what love means to me is far easier said than done. Because it’s such a deep, complicated
There is three different types of love, your love for your family, which is never ending. However you may experience so rather harsh brawl with one another but you can't seem to hate them. Thats actually the most important type of love, the one you have.
We all have different opinions on love whether it exists or not. A certain number of people in the world believe in “ love”. The ones that don’t believe it exists all have one concept on how “love” works but different meaning. In other words, they all phrase it differently but come up with the same conclusion. The same goes for the ones that do believe in it, the only difference is that they have the same concept and meaning. There is no such thing as love for if there were why do our “loved” ones abuse us, frame us, or even lie to us in our faces or about us.
What would have I possibly done wrong as a child? Sometimes they would've been better without me. Before my mom gave birth to me, they was your typical average couple. They did everything together like they were meant to be. Until I stepped out the bomb I saw another meaning of love. I remember when my dad came home late from work, and he would start drinking with the next door neighbor until he passed out. Me and my mom would lock ourselves in the bathroom because we knew that he would get mad at our presence. There would be days where he use the rent money just to gamble and we would move to a different apartment. I saw my mother getting hitted, yelled and even cheated on. Off course, I didn't see him in the daytime because I was somewhere
What is yours? The value and worth inherent in your idea or self-concept is real; and it is all you really have. You are to act as though you know something; not because putting on an act will fool anyone, but because you actually have something of great value. What you have is real, but it is not material. It is spiritual, mental, invisible, intangible and valuable; and that is the essence of all that has real value. Is love real? And, does not the experience we have of love owe its validity and reality to the intangible love within? The tangible would be worthless if not for the value of the intangible within. Is an idea not as real as that which is manufactured to represent it? The intangible thing you express is as real as the tangible
Have you ever experience love? Love can be heart-broken or excited. Sometimes love does not last forever in your eyes. Love beats the anger out of pure emotion. An aspect of love is calm because love is not rushed. When love seeps, into your life it is like you already in love, because it keeps generation and generation in motion. Love is like the happiness of emotion.
Love is also defined in the dictionary as "strong affection," "warm attachment," and "unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for others" (439). All of these definitions are completely correct, but the dictionary does not explain how it feels to love someone. The reason that an explanation for this feeling is not found in the dictionary may be because love is so different for each individual person. In my experience, "strong affection" does not even begin to cover the sensation and emotions a person feels when he or she is in love. Love is compared to "the extraordinary sun / splashing its light / into astonished trees" in Denise Levertov's "Love Poem" (2-4). Like the sun, love is great and bright and fills a person with extreme joy. Love is greater than anything else a person could ever experience. A lover can even be better than a summer's day, as the speaker in Shakespeare's poem suggests. He compares his lover to a summer's day by saying that she is "more
The other day I was babysitting my three-year-old niece, a most conniving little angel. As she sat gawking at my girlfriend's brother, Matthew, who was eating potato chips, she told me that she loved me "so much." She had already devoured her potato chips, but she obviously wanted more. Many more expressions of love proceeded to drip from her lips. Finally, the question came; "Reg, can I have some more chips?" At first, I thought this little show of bribery was cute and funny, but then I started to think about the true meaning of love. What is true love? Poets, philosophers, religious leaders, and the American media all have different definitions for this word. Too often, love is conceived as doing whatever it
One can love a sister, a brother, a mother, a father, grandparents, uncles and aunts, cousins and friends, strangers, pets, the sunlight on a warm evening, reflecting through a prism, held by fishing line stuck to a little suction cup to a dusty window. You can love food from cake to roast beef, even those tiny individual candy bars that are never enough but just give you a taste of chocolate before you pop in the second one. One is able to love the feeling of carpet between toes or the tension in a hammocks string when you lay in that 'u' position swinging delightfully with each motion of your body. We can declare love for sounds coming from a stereo, love for that particular sound wave in coordination with other
Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.
Fast food nation is about the consequences of the fast food culture that has developed in the US and has spread to other parts of the world. Every part of system is examined - the food, marketing, science of taste, supply production and human impact on both those that eat fast food and those who work for the fast food companies and the industries which supply the fast food chains. While fast food is appreciated by many, there is a dark side to that Fast Food Nation tries to point out with a great deal of detail.
Who will agree with this statement? Perhaps not that many, but love is something we will never be able to agree 100% to, the fact that we all think different it makes the love’s definition diverse. Although we want it forever, not always goes that way for everybody. As You Like It gave us some specimens of love. It will be tough to describe in an easy way that we all understand, and be able to illuminate why love is transitory. “I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine” (Act 3, Scene 5 p3). This is a perfect example for those who think or believe that love is transitory. Although Phebe didn’t know that she was falling in love with a man’s replica (Rodalind) her love perhaps was truly and sincere, she was able to comprehend and realized that the game of love wasn’t easy to be played. I think of one character from As you Like It that will agree with this theme, that person was Orlando, because he tells his brother Oliver “I have as much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your coming before me is earer to his reverence.” Act 1, Scene1, Lines 49-51. That was the way Orlando was able to describe love, his inner was fighting to make him feel that love was momentarily, although he discovered a loyal love, he was able to see the two different point of views, his approach to love was different when he met Rosalind, he was able to have both
Love, love, love, we hear it every day, every where , it is used so often that we don’t really give it a thought.
Anyone who has been in love, especially if the love object is scornful or infidelitous, has been able to turn to any station and say “every pop song on the radio is suddenly speaking to me,” as Ani DiFranco sings in her song “Superhero”. 1 Petrarchan love sonnets, the antiquated predecessors of the modern “pop love song”, depict love with some sense of perfection, sweetness, and chastity, with the beautiful, infallible blonde as the love object, however both with a sense of unattainability. Shakespeare’s later sonnets, 127-152, dealing with the “dark lady”, the antithesis of the Petrarchan model of love, however, may be a more accurate predecessor, nearly all dealing with the torments and imperfections of love and its source,