Love


return home

 

charity

  • Charity ... is a love beyond the emotion we might feel for or from others. It isn’t a
    ‘what’s in it for me?’ kind of love. Being friendly, generous, and respectful of others
    moves us along the way from self-concern, but the selflessness of the kind of love that Christ
    commanded us to learn is a high step indeed. ‘Bless them that curse you, do good to them that
    hate you, and pray for them that hate you, and pray for them who despitefully use you’ (3 Ne 12:44)
    He promises that as we learn that kind of love, we can become perfect!”
    ---Aileen H. Clyde
    Ensign Nov. 1993, p.93

  • And charity sufferth long, and is kind, and envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own,
    is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth,
    beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
    --- Moroni 7:45

  • But charity is the pure love of Christ, and it endureth forever; and whoso is found possessed of it
    at the last day, it shall be well with him.
    --- Moroni 7:47

  • Faith, hope, and charity are ACTIVE principles, not passive ones. If we do not DO them, we don’t HAVE
    them. It’s that simple.
    --- Janet Tanner
    return to top

hugging

  •   There's something in a simple hug
      That always warms the heart;
      It welcomes us back home
      And makes it easier to part.
      A hug's a way to share the joy
      And sad times we go through,
      Or just a way for friends to say
      They like you 'cause you're you.
      Hugs are meant for anyone
      For whom we really care,
      From your grandma to your neighbor,
      Or a cuddly teddy bear.
      A hug is an amazing thing -
      It's just the perfect way
      To show the love we're feeling
      But can't find the words to say.
      It's funny how a little hug
      Makes everyone feel good;
      In every place and language,
      It's always understood.
      And hugs don't need new equipment,
      Special batteries or parts -
      Just open up your arms
      And open up your hearts.

  •   Hugging Is...
      Hugging is healthy. It helps the immune system, cures
      depression, reduces stress and induces sleep. It’s
      invigorating, rejuvenating and has no unpleasant side
      effects. Hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.
      
      Hugging is all natural. It is organic, naturally sweet,
      no artificial ingredients, non-polluting, environmentally
      friendly and 100 percent wholesome.
      
      Hugging is the ideal gift. Great for any occasion, fun
      to give and receive, shows you care, comes with its own
      wrapping and, of course, fully returnable.
      
      Hugging is practically perfect.
      No batteries to wear out, 
      inflation-proof, non-fattening, 
      no monthly payments,
      theft-proof and nontaxable.
      
      Hugging is an underutilized resource with magical
      powers. When we open our hearts and arms we encourage others
      to do the same.
      
      Think of the people in your life. Are there any words
      you’d like to say? Are there any hugs you want to
      share? Are you waiting and hoping someone else will ask first?
        Please don’t wait! Initiate!

return to top

love

  • Take time to love and to be loved - it is the privilege of the gods.
    --- Old English

  • If you want others to be happy practice compassion. If you want to be happy practice compassion.
    --- Dalai Lama

  • Empathy is your pain in my heart.

  • It is easier to love humanity as a whole than to love one’s neighbor.
    --- Eric Hoffer

  • We can cure physical diseases with medicine but the only cure for loneliness, despair and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love.
    --- Mother Theresa

  • So long as the little children are allowed to suffer, there is not true love in this world.
    --- Isdora Duncan

  • The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word ‘love’. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.
    --- Lydia Maria Child

  • There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves...
    --- Lucy Maud Montgomery

  • Where there is great love there are always miracles.
    --- Willa Cather

  • Life is short and we have not too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark way with us. Oh ,be swift to love! Make haste to be kind.
    --- Henri Frederic Amiel

  • Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.
    --- Pierre Theilhard De Chardin

  • He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
    --- Kahil Gibran

  • The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward.
    --- Henry David Thoreau

  • The moment you have in your heart this extra-ordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.
    --- J. Krishnamurti

  • Love comforteth like sunshine after rain
    --- Shakespeare

  • I never knew a night so black
    Light failed to follow in its track.
    I never knew a storm so gray,
    It failed to have its clearing day.
    I never knew such bleak despair,
    That there was not a rift, somewhere.
    I never knew an hour so drear,
    Love could not fill it full of cheer.
    He drew a circle that shut me out,
    But love and I had the wit to win;
    We drew a larger circle that took him in.
    Love sees through a telescope - not a microscope.
    The coin of God’s realm is love.

  • The door to the human heart can only be opened from the inside.

  • Love cannot be wasted. It makes no difference where it is bestowed, it always brings big returns.

  • Love is not soft like water, it is hard like rock, on which the waves of hatred beat in vain.

  • We like someone because.We love someone although.

  • SHMILY 
    
       My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game	
      from the time they had met each other.  The goal of their game was to write the word
      “shmily” in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving “shmily”
      around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it
      once more.
    
     They dragged “shmily” with their fingers through the sugar and flour  containers to await
      whoever was preparing the next meal.  They smeared it in the dew  on the windows over
      looking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm,  homemade pudding with blue
      food coloring.  “Shmily” was written in the  steam left on the mirror after a hot shower,
      where it would reappear bath after bath.  At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an
      entire roll of toilet paper to leave “shmily” on the very last sheet.
     
     There was no end to the places “shmily” would pop up. Little notes with “shmily”
      scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. 
      The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.  “Shmily” was written in the
      dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was
      as much a part of my grandparents’ house as the furniture.
    
      It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents’ Skepticism
      has kept me from believing in true love -  one that is pure and enduring.  However, I
      never doubted my  grandparents’  relationship.  They had love down pat.  It was more
      than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life.  Their relationship was based on a
      devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to  experience. 
      Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They  stole kisses as they
      bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They  finished each other’s sentences and
      shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about
      how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that
      she really knew ”how  to pick ‘em.”  Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave
      thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
    
     But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents’ life: my grandmother had  breast cancer. 
      The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As  always, Grandpa was with her every
      step of the way.  He comforted her in  their yellow room, painted that way so that she
      could always be surrounded  by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go out side. 
      Now the cancer  was again  attacking her body.  With the help of a cane and my
      grandfather’s steady  hand, they went to church every morning.  But my grandmother
      grew steadily  weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while,
      Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.  Then one day,
      what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
    
     “Shmily.”  It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother’s funeral
      bouquet.  As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles,
      cousins and other family members came forward and  gathered around Grandma one last
      time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother’s casket and, taking a shaky breath,  he
      began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep  and throaty
      lullaby.  Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that  moment.  For I knew that,
      although I couldn’t begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to
      witness its unmatched beauty. S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
    

return to top

last updated: November 17