Another impossible, heroic attempt at defining love:
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs
—Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Another impossible, heroic attempt at defining love:
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs
—Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Filed under December fragments 2012
We all have our own ways of describing love. I’ve always been drawn to this one. Perhaps it’s the idea of a secret sky…
This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment,
First to let go of life
Finally, to take a step without feet.
—Rumi
Filed under December fragments 2012