Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~Kahlil Gibran

Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. ~Malagasy Proverb

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, she is beautiful because you love her. ~Author Unknown

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. ~Author Unknown

Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly. ~Proverb

Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966

Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that. ~Michael Leunig

Who, being loved, is poor? ~Oscar Wilde

Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely. ~Laurence Marks, M*A*S*H, "Love Story," original air date 7 January 1973, spoken by the character Hawkeye

Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly. ~Rose Franken

A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
'Til you give it away.
~Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music, "You Are Sixteen (Reprise)"
(Thanks, Krystel)

Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies. ~Swedish Proverb

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Kahlil Gibran

Where there is love there is life.
Mahatma Gandhi

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.
Albert Ellis

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
John Lennon

Fortune and love favor the brave.
Ovid

We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
Anais Nin

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Tom Robbins

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld

sometimes, loving could be so painful and difficult. but it's amazing to know that no matter how hard it is.. Loving is the simplest reason why you'll always find yourself smiling...

True Love is like an eternal flowing water, it can break but easily reform

Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Franklin P. Jones

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much.

There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God's finger on man's shoulder. ~Charles Morgan

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense. ~Mark Overby


Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. ~Author Unknown

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. ~Peter Ustinov


Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966

Who, being loved, is poor? ~Oscar Wilde


Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame. ~Henry David Thoreau

Francis heard the voice clearly: “Why are you serving a slave Francis?” He was on his way to the battlefront in his shining armor elegantly dressed up for the show of bravery. He was all excited as he was goin to fight for his country . He was looking forward for displaying his best self and his valiant acts on the battle scene . “Everybodys goin to be amazed by the victory won by the son of Bernadone the figure who is respected and honoured through out Assisi.” Francis thought. He was dreaming abt the showers of praises that hes goin to receive when hes goin come back after his victory in the battle. He was dreaming all the way thinking abt all these.

It was when he stopped to feed the horse that he heard the voice addressing him. First he thought there was somebody out there who had talked to him. But he looked all around and couldn’t find anyone nearby. He was puzzled by the voice , he was disturbed by what it said. He thought he was goin to fight for the king , he was goin to fight for his nation and not for a slave as the voice has told him.

He couldn’t continue any longer . He turned around his horse and rode towards his home. Eventhough he knew well that only shame and mockery would be waiting for him if he comes back home without fulfilling the purpose for he has left. Still he couldn’t continue his journey to the battle field. His mind was terribly disturbed.

He spent the rest of the days in his room , thinking abt what the voice has meant. He was not troubled at all the mockery and chidings he received from the people and from his own father for bringing shame on his family. He stayed in his room without eating or drinking contemplating on what he had heard. Brokenness had already crept in his heart . He was yearning and praying that he would understand what it meant , he was hoping intently that he would hear the sweet voice again.

He spent the next two months in bitter agony. He went roaming abt the lonely countryside of Assisi. Frequenting the deserted churches, he prayed earnestly for guidance. But there wasn’t any response at all. His soul was melting with the agony of anticipation ,with the expectancy of hope. His father has already lost all his hopes for his son. He was constantly reviling him, chastising him , pleading with him in earnestness to renounce his strange behaviour and continue his legacy. Despite of all this Francis was yearning for guidance, for further instruction, all the time weighed down with the feeling remorse and guilt for his past life.

San Damiano was a deserted wooded hillside church. People has already stopped coming to that church. It was one of Francis’ favorite haunts. He used to pray there for hours breathing in the silence of that church in that lonely woods. It was during one of these intense moments that he saw the crucifix moving . It pleaded with him saying “"Go, Francis, and repair my house, which as you see is falling into ruin."

Taking this behest literally, as referring to the ruinous church wherein he knelt, Francis went to his father's shop, impulsively bundled together a load of coloured drapery, and mounting his horse hastened to Foligno, then a mart of some importance, and there sold both horse and stuff to procure the money needful for the restoration of St. Damian's.

He started his zealous works. Singing from the fullness of his heart , he placed each stone in that disheveled almost on the verge of collapsing chapel. During the daytimes, he went begging for stones needed for the construction. In the evenings, he worked merrily with the ruinous church. He ate what the poor priest of the church had given him or the stale vegetables and pieces of bread that he has managed to receive begging during that day.

Every stone was laid by him with his unquenchable Love for Lord. Every stone has listened to his joyous songs, sang during his tireless works ,every stone of San Damiano was touched and cherished by this Great Soul.