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what is more inspirational than love?

Romantic love is the most inspiring thing I can think of. 

I am not simply talking about long, lasting love either. Love is inspiring whether it’s in a couple married for fifty years, or in a shy smile passed between two strangers on the bus who never quite work up the courage to say hello.

What is more inspiring than that first glance, the first date or the first kiss? Or knowing someone so completely inside and out that you feel you couldn’t breathe without them there to breathe with you?

What inspires more emotion than that first fight, or first break up?

Love is what inspires people to write that book, make that movie, or sing that song.

Love is what leads us to scribble our hearts into our diaries, cry softly in the moonlight, or go to extraordinary lengths just to see that person smile.

Love makes us kind. It softens us. It makes us try to be the best that we can be. 

And when it comes down to it, nothing can inspire dreams like love can.








Comments

Mimi said…
awwwww, you said it so beautifully! i'm not in any hurry to find love, but seeing it from this point of view, i'm kinda excited to find out what love like that feels like. ;)

<3, Mimi
http://whatmimiwrites.blogspot.com/
nancy said…
I absolutely adore this post!!

I love being in love :)
Aquí said…
such a sweet post! I love all the photos you chose to go with those beautiful words!
Miss H said…
Beautiful! I couldn't live without love <3
Ann said…
Oh that is one LOVEly post ♥

your images are so romantic and inspiring ♥
ellie's desk said…
Oh, you are making it all the more an exciting journey.
lucy and sarah said…
Thanks for getting my Monday off to a great start! Very inspiring.
~BB~ said…
what beautiful pictures - they are so, so romantic {and inspiring!}
Mandy said…
I couldn't agree more...great pictures too!
Ashley said…
cute pictures :)

I may in the spot in my life where I'm a little bitter about love. Yes, that's inspiring too :) ha.
erleichda said…
oh! love... what would we do without it : )
Anonymous said…
No truer words! Those photos are so charming.
Anna said…
Gorgeous, I'm so glad that I'm in love. Lucky me!
AnnaX
Deidre said…
Yes. there is something so incredibly sweet and couples kissing amongst transport!
Mandy said…
Your post about love being inspirational is simply inspirational... Thank you for writing it so beautifully!

If we all acted with pure love in our hearts, the world would be such a peaceful, Heavenly place.

Mandy xx
amoderngirlslife.blogspot.com
Jo said…
This post is so sweet! I love it! I think I'll sign off and go give my boyfriend a squeeze! :)
Anait said…
Beautifully written....and I completely agree, Love in ALL forms is incredible
Tuesdai Noelle said…
What could I possibly add to say to this, that would make it more sweet than it is? Nothing :) This was perfect . . .
Tuesdai Noelle said…
What could I possibly add to say to this, that would make it more sweet than it is? Nothing :) This was perfect . . .
Marie said…
Love is such a beautiful thing. Thanks for this sweet post!:D

***** Marie ******
allthingsmarie.com
keishua said…
love is a splendid thing. in all it's forms but I do miss the romantic stuff from time to time.

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