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关于爱的文段篇一
《关于爱的作文的好段》
爱有很多种，有些是轰轰烈烈地爱，有些是默默无闻的爱，母爱就是这种默默无闻但是却又让我们感触一生的爱，也许在不知不觉中我们已经慢慢长大，可是母亲却在一天天老去，她们两鬓已经有了丝丝的银发，我们发觉了吗？心痛了吗？爱有时很简单，只要我们一个动作。
“窗含西岭千秋雪，门泊东吴万里船。”轻舟依山傍水停靠，只听黄鹂鸣唱，只看柳絮飞扬，俨然一幅恬淡的山水画，令人心旷神怡。“阴风怒号，浊浪排空，”商人旅客的性命亦依托于伸入，浅海的避风港。心也一样，有了依靠，才不会空虚，有了依托，才不会孤寂，这个依靠就是—爱。
爱，多么平凡的字眼，但她又是多么的不平
凡！爱，有时很简单！
懵懂时，思想受电视的影响，总觉得只有爱情才叫爱，它离我好远！随着岁月的流逝、阅历的增加，我结识了关爱、友爱，它们都仅仅来自于生活的琐事，好平凡，好简单。 一句温馨的话语，一把遮雨的伞盖；一个甜蜜的微笑，一碗清香的汤面……都是爱！多么简单，这爱让我感动！
斯托贝曾经说过“财富不是朋友，而朋友却是财富”。所以友情是无价的。 爱，有时很简单。在我生活的周围，充满了好多简简单单的爱。当我在病床上呻吟时，父母的爱是精心照顾、彻夜不眠；当我在学习上遇到困难时，老师的爱是谆谆教诲、不知疲倦；当我遭受挫折时，朋友的爱是耐心倾听、鼓励
帮助；当我在陌生的环境里，大家的爱是无私奉献、鼎立相助……
这简简单单的爱是一笔巨大的财富。拥有了这份爱，就会使你更加年轻，更懂得珍惜。珍惜一份份爱，你就不会错过朝阳，不会让孤独寂寞永驻心头。这样，你便是世间最幸福的人，拥有着最纯洁、最美好的心境。 在我们的生活中，好多事是平凡的不能再平凡了，但它却充满了爱，它是爱的化身！为了爱我们的世界，就让爱之风吹遍大地吧！因为，爱，有时真的很简单。
母亲是一盏明灯，指引着我驶向成长的彼岸;母亲是一缕阳光，呵护着我度过美好的童年;母亲是一阵轻风，拂去了我凌乱焦急的思绪;母亲是生命的交响曲，
为我谱写了爱的篇章。 “谁言寸草心，报得三春晖。”蓦然回首，才发现，原来我一直生活在爱的溪
水中，那么温暖、那么清甜。这就是母爱，无言的爱。
“甘瓜苦蒂，天下物无完美”只有爱才是完美的。不问苦乐，不问得失，不计成败， 你的心去爱就是，“除真挚的心灵外，再没有高贵的仪容”。
爱是无私的，爱是纯挚的。爱生命、爱生活、爱他人„„爱更多的是给予，而不是索取。泰戈尔说过：“采摘花瓣的人得不到花的美丽”，花不是不美丽，而是摘花者不懂爱的真谛。比花儿美丽的是爱，花儿的美丽是大自然天然的给予，爱的花朵是人用心
灵浇灌而成的精灵! 。。。。。 爱是高尚的，从男女之间的纯真爱情，到人与人之间的相互关爱；从对家人的疼爱，到对他人的爱护；从对生活的热爱，到对国家人民的博爱，都是高尚的。爱亦是博大的，不但要爱自己、爱生活，更重要的是爱他人、爱人民、爱国家。一个只爱自己、只顾自己的人，与其说是一种自私自利的狭隘主义，倒不如说其没有真爱，只有具备了爱别人
的博爱心灵，才能算得上高尚的灵魂!
@ 在我们成长的道路上，父母付出了多少心血，每天早出晚归，他们的辛苦是我们永远不能理解的，把大部分的精力都放在事业和家庭上，却忽略了自己；父亲则在外
关于爱的文段篇二
《关于爱情的稿文》
《关于爱情的稿文》如果你在一生里遇见了你心爱的人，可以说你是幸运的，无论结局怎样，都可以说是幸福的吧？白头到老，固然很好，如果分手了，或者为爱情而伤心，也都是很，毕竟你爱过，你为了爱情在落泪，为了爱情在心态，曾经很浪漫过，两个人可以在冬天的风下疯狂，在夏天的雨下漫步，即使当初的恋人已经过去但恋爱时的浪漫情节依然在你的心里埋藏，这不也是一件很快乐的事情吗？记得一本书中说过，一个人无论她陪你走了多远的路，最终她还是会和你分开的，毕竟很少有那些同一时刻出生的人，而一起走到人，不但有感情中的离别还有生与离别，如果这样想了，你即使分手了，人也不会那么伤心，反而会祝福对方幸福。如果老了哪天相遇，将会有另一番滋味在心头。许多的恋爱中的人会迷失自己，找不到自己，有的人聪明地把自己藏在爱情背后，可是却是收获满怀的温馨与幸福。有的人为了爱人愿意付出自己的生命，为了她可以不要全世界，还是有他陪伴着的日子天天永恒？如果说杰克死后，露丝也跟着沉到海底，那么就没有了那感人至深、赚了我无数的泪水的泰坦尼克号。爱情的意义还是让一个人为另一个人牺牲，而是两个人共同付出，彼此幸福。不要为了一个人而活，一个人去承担两个人的爱情是很痛苦的，只有两颗心去真心经营爱情，那才是真正的爱情。在爱情的世界里没有真正的幸福，也不会有什么房屋的快乐，毕竟人都是有感情的，有七情六欲，总有太多的现实让你无法不顾爱情，你我只是尘世中的一员，又怎么可能不顾人家和的眼光，不顾家人和的心情，不顾别人的感受去爱，去追逐？也许你会在他离开的时候难过伤心，但是总比推动自己的灵魂好。因为没有人会陪你一辈子的……如果你真的爱一个人，那个人便会在你最想忘记的时候出现在你的心里，会在你最通过最失落的时候出现在你的心里，可是你却想了又想却无法确定是否要告诉他你现在的感受，你现在的苦恼，因为你在乎他的感受，在乎他的想法。可是有时候越是在乎就越容易失去，越容易让自己受伤。难道这就是爱吗？这种爱是很痛苦的，就像我一样，爱情也不要像手里的泥土越抓紧，就容易流下来，最后剩下的只是少之又少的尘埃。如果爱也这样，越是爱，越容易失去，那么我们是否要保持一定的距离，心灵的距离？可是那样，我们之间的交集又会在哪里呢？那些浑然天成的交集，错过多可惜。我们总在等待着，那些幸福的脚印，当你再的时候她已经消失了，原来幸福是在前方的。自己付出了，就不
要后悔失去了那份感情，没有一个人一生只谈恋爱不做其他事情，也许就在你身的时候，她离开了你，这样的事情是无法避免的，每天都在心生。不要相信那些爱情小说，因为我们是生活在现实中，而还是童话里，没有谁会等谁一辈子。河北张家口怀来高二:君在天
关于爱的文段篇三
《把关于爱的那一段,轻轻来唱》
关于爱的文段篇四
《关于爱情的一段非常浪漫的非常感伤的非常经典的话》
我，已经选择了你.你叫我怎么放弃......
我不是碰不到更好的，而是因为已经有了你， 我不想再碰到更好的；
我不是不会对别人动心。 而是因为已经有了你，我就觉得没必要再对其他人动心；
我不是不会爱上别的人，而是我更加懂得珍惜你，
能在一起不容易，已经选定的人就不要随便放手，
世界上好的人数不清，但遇到你就已经足够。
即使你不是最好的，甚至不是最合适我的，但却是我最珍惜的，
缺点可以改正，性格可以磨合。但机会失去了就再也没有了。
有人说：爱，是一种责任。
现在我才明白，原来责任，就是一辈子
现在想想为什么那么多在激情之后变平淡了的感情能一步步坚持到了最后。
除了已经习惯，爱到深处之外，
应该还有两个人的互相搀扶，不离不弃吧。。。。
不要认为后面还有更好的，因为现在拥有就是最好的。
不要认为我还年轻，可以晚些结婚，爱情是不等年龄的。
不要因为距离太远而放弃，爱情是可以和你一起坐火车的。
不要因为对方不富裕而放弃，只要不是无能的人，勤劳可以让你们致富。
不要因为父母反对而放弃，你会发现这个原因而放弃的爱情，将是你一生的悔恨。
其实，对于爱情，越单纯越幸福！一生只谈一次恋爱是最好的。
经历的太多了，会麻木.
你会与一个你不爱的人结婚，就这样过一辈子..
所以牵好的手就不要轻易放开，说过的话就不要轻易收回，承诺过的人就不要轻易忘记···
有些人，有些事，既然发生了..
就注定是你一生的回忆...
因为： 我，已经选择了你.你叫我怎么放弃。。。。
所以：真爱，真的只能永远放在心底。。。。
痛就让他痛一辈子。。。
关于爱的文段篇五
《关于爱的新颖的文章》
喷 嚏
静夜，一切都困了。
疲惫的月亮凝在窗外沉闷的空气中，只有点点余晖不情愿地洒在我的写字台上，静静的。
忽然，一声打击乐似的声音响彻我的屋内，并冲向隔壁---这是我的喷嚏。 声音刚落，从那边隐约传来拖鞋蹭地的嚓嚓声，紧接着是一阵急促的脚步声，啪的一声，门缝挤进一丝灯光。之后，门缓缓地开了，大片光闯入屋内，我不得不捂上双眼，我还想睡呢！
“冷了吧，盖好被子。”门外传来妈妈的声音，清晰而缓和。说完，她走到我床前，为我掖好被子，从头到脚，就像土壤以身心呵护怀中的幼苗，轻的让我几乎没察觉。
“天凉，早上起来多穿点衣服。”妈妈说，“睡吧。”
随着脚步声的远去，我转向门口，强忍着刺眼的光，发现妈妈只穿了一件衬衣，衣角还在瞬间抖了一下，散发出冬夜的缕缕寒意。
接着，灯熄了。
我的鼻子太不争气，又觉得别扭，第二个喷嚏如果冲出去，刚才的一幕一定会重演。
我只好进行“气功”疗法，在黑暗中集中精力，闭紧双眼，捏着鼻子。功夫不负有心人，我终于忍住了这个喷嚏。
“阿嚏----”静静的夜又一次冲出洪亮的声响，然而这次是妈妈的喷嚏声。。。。。。
盖被子。
走路让你走里边。
灯光刺眼替你挡住。
目送你去上学。
生病了陪你到天亮。
关于爱的文段篇六
《关于爱》
cmdai@molex.com 关于伴侣关于爱，《在家庭中成长》告诉我们，“婚姻的成果不只是寻找一个适合自己的人，更是让自己成为一个合适的对象。”大块吃肉，大口喝酒。你缺的是一种大快朵颐的痛快。给自己活出劲儿来。我也是风向星座，我也纠结我也小情绪我也不靠谱，但也应该百花齐放百家争鸣，纠结之后能够平顺，小情绪之后能够大快乐，不靠谱的同时暗藏认真因为 爱的内涵太广，年轻时候，爱就是爱慕和激情，稍长，爱就是理解和相伴，再长，爱则是克制和释然，再之后，爱是懂得和由它，更往虚无的层次说，爱是共同创造和透析世事。经历这样一个逐渐高阶的过程后，你会发现，爱又回到了平地，那就是在虚怀若谷的心境下，能够共同品析和创造微小的快乐，体验微小的幸福感，保持距离却又爱得深沉。但不是每个人都能幸运地体味和经验爱的各种层次，多数人终其一生都只在浅表的爱的层次里打滚，并纠缠不清，痛苦不堪。如果一份爱，没有让你认识到自我，没有让你变得更好，那么这并不是一份好的爱。每个人对爱的模式理解不同，多数人会认为，爱就是迁就，迁就就是爱。爱等于纵容，纵容就是爱。也许，爱你的人会迁就你，会纵容你，但如果你希望对方一直这样对你，而之后有所变化便代表他不再爱你，那么，只是因为你太过贪婪。若不能平等，则无真正意义上的爱。
关于爱的文段篇七
《关于爱》
都说一场游戏一场梦，上天注定，你我今生相遇在无忧这场虚幻的网络游戏里。从 第一眼看见你开始，我的心就因你而丢失，深深的陷入这场游戏爱情里！无忧让我们相遇、 相识，相知到相爱，而我们却只能相爱在这个梦幻游戏里，任牵挂和思念彼此折磨着我们。 寂寞的人总是会用心的记住他生命中出现过的每一个人，于是我总是意犹未尽地想 起你，在每个星光陨落的晚上，一遍一遍数我的寂寞。 留住的叫幸福，留不住的叫遗憾：幸福的滋味是甜甜的，偶尔酸酸的；遗憾的感觉 是苦苦的，偶尔辣辣的。如果爱上，就不要轻易放弃。怯懦，可能后悔一辈子。没 有经历过爱情的人生是不完整的，没有经历过痛苦的爱情是不深刻的。爱情使人生 丰富，痛苦使爱情升华。爱情是人类永恒的话题，它单纯而又复杂，浅薄却又深沉，能催人奋进却也能使人堕落。爱 情看似子虚乌有，但却能使你魂牵梦萦，寸断甘肠。深刻的爱情往往是一连串的矛盾和一连 串的错误遇到了一起，使人左右为难而又爱不释手。人的一生，都会遇到这样那样的人。有人喜欢你，有人讨厌你。有你喜欢的人，有 你讨厌的人。 在这期间， 你会遇到你喜欢的但是不喜欢你的人。 你会很痛苦， 可这只是过程， 每个人都会遇到这样的人。相信我，你很好，不喜欢你不是你不好，而是他已经遇到他喜欢 的人如果有来世,要做一棵树。 站成永恒,没有悲欢的姿态。 一半在土里安详,一半在风 力飞扬。 一半洒落阴凉,一半沐浴阳光。 非常沉默非常骄傲,从不依靠,从不寻找。人一定要想清三个问题：第一你有什么，第二你要什么，第三你能放弃什么。对于 多数人而言：有什么，很容易评价自己的现状；要什么，内心也有明确的想法；最难的是， 不知道或不敢放弃什么——这点恰能决定你想要的东西能否真正实现， 没有人可以不放弃就 得到一切。
关于爱的文段篇八
《关于爱的名言》
爱不是要找一双完全适合你的手，而是要一双无论有多么的不合适，也愿
意牵你的手。
1、从本质上来讲，只要生命存在一天，你就依然年轻。
2、我本打算对你倾诉所有糟糕的事，但到最后，我只想告诉你我想你。
3、人生凉薄，浮生如斯，指尖花凉，心安便是归处，清欢亦是有味。
4、我看透世间事，却独独看不透他的心意。我放得下世间事，却始终放不下对某些人的爱。
5、当你认为自己一无所有时，你至少还有时间，时间能抚平一切创伤，所以请不要流泪。
6、有时候，选择与某人保持距离，不是因为不在乎，而是因为清楚的知道，他不属于你。
7、肚子饿了，开始吃饭;吃的饱饱，开始想你。觉得困了，开始睡觉;睁开眼睛，开始想你。——几米《开始想你》
8、生命中许多的错失，是因为我们不坚持、不努力、不挽留，然后欺骗自己说一切都是命运。殊不知命运再好，都要经历风雨和黑暗;就算再糟，上天也会为你预留一片阳光，只要你用心找寻，就不会永远站在阴霾之下。
9、爱怕沉默。太多的人，以为爱到深处是无言。其实，爱是很难描述的一种情感，需要详尽的表达和传递。——毕淑敏
10、年轻，是明明犯了错，却被原谅了。年老，是明明没犯错，却被挑出了错。上天偏爱年轻人，让他享有重新来过的权利。总有一天，我们会被时间招安，逆子终会变成顺臣。没在梦想面前放肆过，不足以谈青春。可以尽情挥霍的，才是真正属于自己的。
11、我永远秒回你消息，不是因为我每天闲，而是因为看到你的消息手上的事情就会被我立刻结束。
12、单身时间久了，会变成习惯，懒得去恋爱。梦想搁置久了，会习以为常，懒得去追逐。时间会改变人的性情，越来越怕开始新鲜的一切。惧怕开始，本质上还是因为惧怕结束。快乐时常让人胆怯，因为它总是短暂。人最易被转瞬易逝的快乐伤了心劲。勇气，不光要能承受漫长的痛苦，更要敢接纳短暂的快乐。
13、我知道你会想你我，你也知道我在想念你，你不说，我亦不说，这是我们最大的默契。
14、最想表达的，往往都欲说还休。最想说清的，恰恰是一言难尽。徘徊在心边的言语，说出口最难。热情扑面的，未必全是真情使然。句句周到的，也许只是礼貌应承。但凡无可挑剔的说词，离心边最远。
15、慢慢的，长大了，却感觉变沉默了，懂得多了，却不快乐了。
16、当一切成了惯性，那种热恋时的紧张感会放松。但并不是爱不存在了，它只是沉底了。
17、时间消磨掉了激情。但爱想必还是在的，不信试着分手，心中也一定会疼痛和不舍。
18、爱不是要找一双完全适合你的手，而是要一双无论有多么的不合适，也愿意牵你的手。
19、不要给我忽冷忽热的温柔，我抵抗力差，怕感冒。
20、她来过一阵子，他念了一辈子。
关于爱的文段篇九
《关于爱的优秀作文》
爱是大手牵小手
还记得童年那首歌，还有那束粉色气球，还记得那梦幻般的快乐，还有那声清脆的笑声。是爱伴我走过朝朝暮暮，是两双有力的大手带我欢度十二个春秋，在我朦胧的意识里，最暖的爱就是大手牵小手。
大手牵我避危险
热闹非凡的街道上，来来往往的车辆川流不息，还有熙熙攘攘的人群，年幼腼腆的我紧紧跟随在爸爸妈妈身后，寸步不离，生怕一不留神，就丢了爸爸妈妈。
爸爸妈妈看穿了我的心思，他们一同向我伸出了手，拉着我向前走，在爸爸妈妈的大手中，我的小手如同娇小的棉团，被紧紧地包裹着，爱意的暖流涌上我的幼小心灵，滋润着我，如同清晨的雨露滋润叶片。
两双有力的大手共同牵我避危险。
大手牵我寻快乐
爱玩是孩子的天性，看着那些奇形怪状、千姿百态的玩具，我总是想碰一碰，但当时年幼的我对这些一窍不通，看着那些大孩子们玩儿得兴高采烈，我的心里着急万分。
爸爸妈妈看穿了我的心思，他们为我买下了后来我一直爱不释手的芭比娃娃，他们手把手地教我如何给娃娃梳头发、做衣服，懵懂的我似懂非懂的不断点着头。
他们教会了我，便拉着我的手同娃娃一起跳舞，那些时光深深的印在我的脑海里，还记得当时我的手在爸爸妈妈的大手的包围之下总不安静，像一只活蹦乱跳的小蚂蚱，快乐地跳跃着。
两双有力的大手共同牵我寻到了快乐。
大手牵我到永远
无论何时，我永远都是爸爸妈妈眼中那个不懂事的孩子，虽然现在，我已过十二岁，也算半个大人了，但爸爸妈妈仍旧常常牵我的手，在他们的手中，我一直都能感受到那份浓郁的爱，那份持续到永远的爱。
也许，在他们年老、我已长大时，我们仍然会手牵手，一起走，到那时，我的手也渐渐长大，父母的手将渐渐苍老，虽然手的外形变了，但不变的是那份爱，那份永恒的、散发着馥郁芳香的爱……
爱是爷爷奶奶之间的关爱
问小草，世界上什么最坚强？小草说巨大的岩石最坚强，但我说，爷爷奶奶的爱最坚强.....
在一片金黄色的麦穗上，在一片茂盛的树林里，他们就住在那里，每天吃饭种田成了他们生活的主题，他们互相关心、互相帮助，彼此都成了对方的精神支柱，他们就是我的爷爷奶奶。
在一个闷热枯燥的下午，爷爷奶奶如平日夫妻一起下地干活，大约二三点钟时，奶奶眼前一片昏暗，突然晕倒，爷爷立刻找人把人送往了医院，原来是过度疲劳引起的。其实奶奶早就知道自己患有糖尿病，她知道这种病不容易治，所以不让我们告诉爷爷，可爷爷非让奶奶做一个全面检查，奶奶推辞着说：“我没事没事，只不过眼睛有时看不见罢了。”纸终究保不住火，爷爷知道了奶奶患有糖尿病，不是埋怨我们没告诉他，而是埋怨自己没把奶奶照顾好。
在一日，我在梦中梦见奶奶遭遇不幸。醒来时，热汗布满全身，我越想越害怕〃〃〃第二天早晨，我醒来时，就听见爸爸妈妈说奶奶病危了，当我们赶到家时，奶奶已经永远离开我们了。那时候，我还小，就知道人死了要哭，可爷爷为什么不哭呢？
大了些爸爸告诉我如果自己的老伴去世了，自己不能哭。如果哭得话，老伴就会不安地离去。
奶奶出殡那天，我们全家人都去了，我隐隐约约听到有人在小声哭泣，走近一看原来是爷爷，当我再次看到爷爷，爷爷竟老了许多，白发也增多了不少，我对爷爷说：“心里不舒服，就大声哭吧！”顿时，爷爷看似勉强又不勉强地“挤”出了一株泪。这时，我才明白爷爷奶奶之间的爱有多深，爷爷的这株泪流在了我心里。这些年，一直都是爷爷奶奶互相支持着对方，关心着对方。以前奶奶很相信佛教，每天早晨都要烧香拜佛，心里总想：希望家人平平安安。如今，奶奶走了，爷爷要为奶奶完成任务。
当我再次回家时，我会不时地看那简简单单充满爱意的房子，每当看见那座房子，我的心里充满了暖流〃〃〃
爱是雨天的一把伞
我们生活在充满爱的世界，爱是妈妈端来的那杯牛奶，爱是老师那句亲切的鼓励，爱是同学 那份暖暖的情意。。。。。。
爱有很多种，有些是轰轰烈烈地爱，有些是默默无闻的爱，母爱就是这种默默无闻但是却又让我们感触一生的爱，也许在不知不觉中我们已经慢慢长大，可是母亲却在一天天老去，她们两鬓已经有了丝丝的银发，我们发觉了吗？心痛了吗？爱有时很简单，只要我们一个动作。
雨还在淅淅沥沥的下，顺着屋檐向下滴落，此时的我正在温暖的家里，眼睛一动不动的盯着电脑屏幕，美滋滋地玩着游戏，我无意识地看了一眼钟表，天啊，
都已经七点了，我都快饿死了，妈妈怎么还不回来呀，我走向厨房企图弄些吃的东西，我打开了冰箱门，哇，好多好东西，有鱼，肉，蔬菜，。。。可是东西是挺多的，我什么也不会做呀，想到这儿，我蹲点像一个泄了气的皮球，瘫倒在了沙发上，要是妈妈在就好了，我想吃好吃的饭菜。
对了，现在都已经快八点了，妈妈怎么还不回来，我看着窗外的瓢泼大雨，我心里突然一急，完了，妈妈走的时候没带伞，现在肯定被卡在路上回不来了，我想也没想穿上雨鞋，抓起雨伞就往外跑。我拼了命地奔跑了二十多分钟才到了妈妈单位门口，我四处张望，看见妈妈站在一个角落里，我二话没说就冲了过去，妈妈看见我来了，又惊又喜，摸着我的头问我，你怎么来了，我没多作解释，拉起妈妈就跑回了家。
到家之后，我们两个人的头发都湿了，我主动要求给妈妈吹头发，刚开始妈妈还不同意，她说我的全身也湿透了，让我先去处理一下，最后在我的不懈努力下，妈妈终于同意了，我拿起吹风机，帮妈妈吹头发，当我翻开妈妈的头发时里面多了很多银白色的发丝，我的鼻子不禁一酸。妈妈，我轻声喊道，以后我也会多给你一点爱。
这次，本来只是一次普通的送伞，却是我第一次从当中感受出了爱。 爱很简单，有时就像雨天里的一把伞这样，小却充实。
关于爱的文段篇十
《关于爱》
ON LOVE
THE DEMAND TO be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don't know how to love.
What is love? The word is so loaded and corrupted that I hardly like to use it. Everybody talks of love - every magazine and newspaper and every missionary talks everlastingly of love. I love my country, I love my king, I love some book, I love that mountain, I love pleasure, I love my wife, I love God. Is love an idea? If it is, it can be cultivated, nourished, cherished, pushed around, twisted in any way you like. When you say you love God what does it mean? It means that you love a projection of your own imagination, a projection of yourself clothed in certain forms of respectability according to what you think is noble and holy; so to say, `I love God', is absolute nonsense. When you worship God you are worshipping yourself - and that is not love.
Because we cannot solve this human thing called love we run away into abstractions. Love may be the ultimate solution to all man's difficulties, problems and travails, so how are we going to find out what love is? By merely defining it? The church has defined it one way, society another, and there are all sorts of deviations and perversions. Adoring someone, sleeping with someone, the emotional exchange, the companionship - is that what we mean by love? That has been the norm, the pattern, and it has become so tremendously personal, sensuous, and limited that religions have declared that love is something much more than this. In what they call human love they see there is pleasure, competition, jealousy, the desire to possess, to hold, to control and to interfere with another's thinking, and knowing the complexity of all this they say there must be another kind of love, divine, beautiful, untouched, uncorrupted.
Throughout the world, so-called holy men have maintained that to look at a woman is something totally wrong: they say you cannot come near to God if you indulge in sex, therefore they push it aside although they are eaten up with it. But by denying sexuality they put out their eyes and cut out their tongues for they deny the whole beauty of the earth. They have starved their hearts and minds; they are dehydrated human beings; they have banished beauty because beauty is associated with woman.
Can love be divided into the sacred and the profane, the human and the divine, or is there only love? Is love of the one and not of the many? If I say,`I love you', does that exclude the love of the other? Is love personal or impersonal? Moral or immoral? Family or non-family? If you love mankind can you love the particular? Is love sentiment? Is love emotion? Is love pleasure and desire? All these questions indicate, don't they, that we have ideas about love, ideas about what it should or should not be, a pattern or a code developed by the culture in which we live.
So to go into the question of what love is we must first ideals and ideologies of what it should or should not be. To divide anything into what should be and what is, is the most deceptive way of dealing with life.
Now how am I going to find out what this flame is which we call love - not how to express
it to another but what it means in itself? I will first reject what the church, what society, what my parents and friends, what every person and every book has said about it because I want to find out for myself what it is. Here is an enormous problem that involves the whole of mankind, there have been a thousand ways of defining it and I myself am caught in some pattern or other according to what I like or enjoy at the moment - so shouldn't I, in order to understand it, first free myself from my own inclinations and prejudices? I am confused, torn by my own desires, so I say to myself, `First clear up your own confusion. Perhaps you may be able to discover what love is through what it is not.'
The government says, `Go and kill for the love of your country'. Is that love? Religion says, `Give up sex for the love of God'. Is that love? Is love desire? Don't say no. For most of us it is - desire with pleasure, the pleasure that is derived through the senses, through sexual attachment and fulfilment. I am not against sex, but see what is involved in it. What sex gives you momentarily is the total abandonment of yourself, then you are back again with your turmoil, so you want a repetition over and over again of that state in which there is no worry, no problem, no self. You say you love your wife. In that love is involved sexual pleasure, the pleasure of having someone in the house to look after your children, to cook. You depend on her; she has given you her body, her emotions, her encouragement, a certain feeling of security and well-being. Then she turns away from you; she gets bored or goes off with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed, and this disturbance, which you don't like, is called jealousy. There is pain in it, anxiety, hate and violence. So what you are really saying is, `As long as you belong to me I love you but the moment you don't I begin to hate you. As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demands, sexual and otherwise, I love you, but the moment you cease to supply what I want I don't like you.' So there is antagonism between you, there is separation, and when you feel separate from another there is no love. But if you can live with your wife without thought creating all these contradictory states, these endless quarrels in yourself, then perhaps - perhaps - you will know what love is. Then you are completely free and so is she, whereas if you depend on her for all your pleasure you are a slave to her. So when one loves there must be freedom, not only from the other person but from oneself.
This belonging to another, being psychologically nourished by another, depending on another - in all this there must always be anxiety, fear, jealousy, guilt, and so long as there is fear there is no love; a mind ridden with sorrow will never know what love is; sentimentality and emotionalism have nothing whatsoever to do with love. And so love is not to do with pleasure and desire.
Love is not the product of thought which is the past. Thought cannot possibly cultivate love. Love is not hedged about and caught in jealousy, for jealousy is of the past. Love is always active present. It is not `I will love' or `I have loved'. If you know love you will not follow anybody. Love does not obey. When you love there is neither respect nor disrespect.
Don't you know what it means really to love somebody - to love without hate, without jealousy, without anger, without wanting to interfere with what he is doing or thinking, without condemning, without comparing - don't you know what it means? Where there is love is there comparison? When you love someone with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your body, with your entire being, is there comparison? When you totally abandon yourself to that love there is not the other.
Does love have responsibility and duty, and will it use those words? When you do
something out of duty is there any love in it? In duty there is no love. The structure of duty in which the human being is caught is destroying him. So long as you are compelled to do something because it is your duty you don't love what you are doing. When there is love there is no duty and no responsibility.
Most parents unfortunately think they are responsible for their children and their sense of responsibility takes the form of telling them what they should do and what they should not do, what they should become and what they should not become. The parents want their children to have a secure position in society. What they call responsibility is part of that respectability they worship; and it seems to me that where there is respectability there is no order; they are concerned only with becoming a perfect bourgeois. When they prepare their children to fit into society they are perpetuating war, conflict and brutality. Do you call that care and love?
Really to care is to care as you would for a tree or a plant, watering it, studying its needs, the best soil for it, looking after it with gentleness and tenderness - but when you prepare your children to fit into society you are preparing them to be killed. If you loved your children you would have no war.
When you lose someone you love you shed tears - are your tears for yourself or for the one who is dead? Are you crying for yourself or for another? Have you ever cried for another? Have you ever cried for your son who is killed on the battlefield? You have cried, but do those tears come out of self-pity or have you cried because a human being has been killed? If you cry out of self-pity your tears have no meaning because you are concerned about yourself. If you are crying because you are bereft of one in whom you have invested a great deal of affection, it was not really affection. When you cry for your brother who dies cry for him. It is very easy to cry for yourself because he is gone. Apparently you are crying because your heart is touched, but it is not touched for him, it is only touched by self-pity and self-pity makes you hard, encloses you, makes you dull and stupid.
When you cry for yourself, is it love - crying because you are lonely, because you have been left, because you are no longer powerful - complaining of your lot, your environment - always you in tears? If you understand this, which means to come in contact with it as directly as you would touch a tree or a pillar or a hand, then you will see that sorrow is self-created, sorrow is created by thought, sorrow is the outcome of time. I had my brother three years ago, now he is dead, now I am lonely, aching, there is no one to whom I can look for comfort or companionship, and it brings tears to my eyes.
You can see all this happening inside yourself if you watch it. You can see it fully, completely, in one glance, not take analytical time over it. You can see in a moment the whole structure and nature of this shoddy little thing called `me', my tears, my family, my nation, my belief, my religion - all that ugliness, it is all inside you. When you see it with your heart, not with your mind, when you see it from the very bottom of your heart, then you have the key that will end sorrow. Sorrow and love cannot go together, but in the Christian world they have idealized suffering, put it on a cross and worshipped it, implying that you can never escape from suffering except through that one particular door, and this is the whole structure of an exploiting religious society.
So when you ask what love is, you may be too frightened to see the answer. It may mean complete upheaval; it may break up the family; you may discover that you do not love your wife or husband or children - do you? - you may have to shatter the house you have built, you may
never go back to the temple.
But if you still want to find out, you will see that fear is not love, dependence is not love, jealousy is not love, possessiveness and domination are not love, responsibility and duty are not love, self-pity is not love, the agony of not being loved is not love, love is not the opposite of hate any more than humility is the opposite of vanity. So if you can eliminate all these, not by forcing them but by washing them away as the rain washes the dust of many days from a leaf, then perhaps you will come upon this strange flower which man always hungers after.
If you have not got love - not just in little drops but in abundance - if you are not filled with it - the world will go to disaster. You know intellectually that the unity of mankind is essential and that love is the only way, but who is going to teach you how to love? Will any authority, any method, any system, tell you how to love? If anyone tells you, it is not love. Can you say, `I will practise love. I will sit down day after day and think about it. I will practise being kind and gentle and force myself to pay attention to others?' Do you mean to say that you can discipline yourself to love, exercise the will to love? When you exercise discipline and will to love, love goes out of the window. By practising some method or system of loving you may become extraordinarily clever or more kindly or get into a state of non-violence, but that has nothing whatsoever to do with love.
In this torn desert world there is no love because pleasure and desire play the greatest roles, yet without love your daily life has no meaning. And you cannot have love if there is no beauty. Beauty is not something you see - not a beautiful tree, a beautiful picture, a beautiful building or a beautiful woman. There is beauty only when your heart and mind know what love is. Without love and that sense of beauty there is no virtue, and you know very well that, do what you will, improve society, feed the poor, you will only be creating more mischief, for without love there is only ugliness and poverty in your own heart and mind. But when there is love and beauty, whatever you do is right, whatever you do is in order. If you know how to love, then you can do what you like because it will solve all other problems.
So we reach the point: can the mind come upon love without discipline, without thought, without enforcement, without any book, any teacher or leader - come upon it as one comes upon a lovely sunset?
It seems to me that one thing is absolutely necessary and that is passion without motive - passion that is not the result of some commitment or attachment, passion that is not lust. A man who does not know what passion is will never know love because love can come into being only when there is total self-abandonment.
A mind that is seeking is not a passionate mind and to come upon love without seeking it is the only way to find it - to come upon it unknowingly and not as the result of any effort or experience. Such a love, you will find, is not of time; such a love is both personal and impersonal, is both the one and the many. Like a flower that has perfume you can smell it or pass it by. That flower is for everybody and for the one who takes trouble to breathe it deeply and look at it with delight. Whether one is very near in the garden, or very far away, it is the same to the flower because it is full of that perfume and therefore it is sharing with everybody.
Love is something that is new, fresh, alive. It has no yesterday and no tomorrow. It is beyond the turmoil of thought. It is only the innocent mind which knows what love is, and the innocent mind can live in the world which is not innocent. To find this extraordinary thing which man has sought endlessly through sacrifice, through worship, through relationship, through sex,
through every form of pleasure and pain, is only possible when thought comes to understand itself and comes naturally to an end. Then love has no opposite, then love has no conflict.
You may ask, `If I find such a love, what happens to my wife, my children, my family? They must have security.' When you put such a question you have never been outside the field of thought, the field of consciousness. When once you have been outside that field you will never ask such a question because then you will know what love is in which there is no thought and therefore no time. You may read this mesmerized and enchanted, but actually to go beyond thought and time - which means going beyond sorrow - is to be aware that there is a different dimension called love.
But you don't know how to come to this extraordinary fount - so what do you do? If you don't know what to do, you do nothing, don't you? Absolutely nothing. Then inwardly you are completely silent. Do you understand what that means? It means that you are not seeking, not wanting, not pursuing; there is no centre at all. Then there is love.
Krishnamurti 1980