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[balletrat]

Sappy memething!

I have been reading threads like these with great interest (obviously, because they are lovely) and it got me curious.

Nyarlathotep wants to know what love is. How would your character describe it, ICly?

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[lyra_silver]

Lyra Silvertongue and Will Parry

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Oh, I missed that! That's so lovely. :D

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

From one twisted obsessive entity to another:

In Medea Ch. 89: Damyata (the Sanskrit work for Control, notably), when Ishamael made the binding contract with Shelley, he had the following bit of inner monologue:

"He could feel her in his mind, himself in her mind, no difference at all. Her anger, her fear, disgust with herself. The depth of her(our)self, to take the infinite of another person in a single instant. True consummation."

More directly, he would say that "Love is the communion of two through the unification of wills, the melding of desires, and the intersection of locality in both time and place." What he means in practice is "the subversion and alteration of Shelley's will for absorption into his".

Eh, same difference in his mind.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary's is very simple:

"Love is helping things to grow - or when they help you to grow also. That is love too, I think.

"Unless they do not mean to. I think they have to mean it for it to count."

[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

Cliff: "Love is when someone can sit and listen to the same story, or wants to tell you theirs, for the rest of your lives. And you're happy to do it."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Unhappy.

[song_tra_bong]

Love is willingly giving someone the power to hurt you, whether they know it or not.

Love is putting your life on the line.

Love is winning and losing everything.

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Love is something you have to figure out for yourself.

"...and when you do, would you mind explaining it to me? Please?"

[mitanarchist]

Love is knowing that one of you will die in the other's arms--and still going through it anyway.

[the_antiangst]

What he said.

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe O'Brian: Love is trust.

Lock Shock and Barrel: Love is really weird- it makes people do stupid stuff.

Sally: Love is the universe: it can't be defined.

Lenny: Love is giving yourself up to gaining Heaven.

Salazar: Love is the willingness to put aside your personal self in order to make things right.

[lvpd_sidle]

Love...is waking up to a hot cup of coffee and unintelligible babble about filming.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Love is making sure the other one lives another day in as happy a way as possible, just the way they are.

Love means that you wouldn't change the other person for the world.

Love is sacrifice.

[homo-bernardus.livejournal.com]

Love is like throwing up and being beaten with a giant stick all at the same time.

[smallestopener]

Ingress: Love is the warm feeling in your heart that makes you want to sing and dance and give lots of hugs.

Tom: Love saves.

Susan: Love is the reason you keep existing.

Governor Swann: Love helps you make difficult choices.

[maxwellsdemon02]

Love is being willing to die for someone.

But they tell you to live instead.

[mnt_mike]

Mike: Everything. Love is just everything.

Raph: What the hell kinda question is that. Get outta here!

Oompa Loompas: EVERYBODY'S WORKIN' FOR THE WEEKEND!

Leigh-Cheri: The golden ball, the princess, the frog...the whole story.
...Maybe a toot here and there, you know...just because.

[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

Rial: Love is watching her sleep and wondering how she can look that innocent. Love isn't caring when she snores or screws up or throws up on you. Love is watching the way she moves, how she speaks, how she shoots. Love is forgiving her mistakes.

Love is painting your moustache just to cheer her up, and then shaving it off because she doesn't like it.

Love is proposing for a second time, just so you don't have to say it was an arranged marriage.

Love...love's what you feel when she wakes up and blinks at you and everything's just right.

Love's her, plain and simple.

Fire: Love is a human emotion.

Mal: Love is feeling safe even when you're not. And that's just that.

*eyes Fire*

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Its too much fun to just restrict it to humans, really. ^_~

Re: *eyes Fire*

[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

Indeed?

Nonetheless, it is human in origin. There is lust for others, yes...but no love.

[fighting_mad]

Rial Pernon, I have never thrown up on you, you mynock.

[eiattu_pride]

Thrown up near me, then.

...mynock? I'm hurt.

[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

Okay, love is- okay. Uh, let me see if I can explain this, okay?

Sometimes you see people- one or two people, or thirty or forty, or a hundred or a thousand or hundreds of thousands- whatever. You see people, and you talk to them, and hang out with them, and you get to know them. And you really start to see, you know, you really start to see stuff about them that reminds you of you. Only it's more than just you. It's better than just you. There's stuff in them that's all the parts of you you ever were proud of. There's stuff about them that's like stuff about you that you haven't thought about in years, but it's all god stuff, even if you never really thought about it before. And there's stuff about them that's stuff you don't like, because it kind of reminds you of you- but the parts you aren't proud of. It's the places where you made mistakes, because you did make them. You know you did. We all do, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

So there's all that stuff that reminds you of you, the good stuff and the bad, and there's other stuff about them that you see too. There's things about these people that make you say, "Wow! I never would've thought of that! That's so cool!" Stuff that just keeps on growing and changing and isn't like anything you ever knew about before. Stuff that really makes you think, and that makes you totally proud that you knew these people because look how cool they are! They're cooler than you! So there's that. And yeah, there's bad stuff you never thought of either, because your mind just doesn't work that way. It's nasty. You wish it'd go away.

Love is when you say, "Wow. I really admire you. There's just so much about you that's so great, I wanna see that become even greater. I wanna see that be the most impressive part of a person ever. I wanna be part of you being wonderful. I wanna see you overcome all the bad things about yourself, and you know, I know they're all there. I'm cool with that. I want to help you overcome those things, because I think you're worth it even if you never even thought about it that way before. So I want to help you do all that, and I wanna be there for you and see what happens next."

And then, and this is the important part, love is also and mostly when you actually DO all that stuff. Because anybody can say those things, but you gotta follow through if it's gonna be the real thing.

And if they don't want you there, well... that happens, you know? Love is respect. You can't say you love someone if you don't respect them for what they are, or at least for what they could be, and if they don't want you in on that, you gotta respect that too. Help 'em when you can, but if they don't want you around, don't force it. That's just not cool, ever. Just make sure they know where to find you, if they ever change their minds.

And, uh, don't be a jerk when they do. That's not love. That's rubbing a puppy's nose in his stuff, and that kinda doesn't work. Trust me on this.

[stilljustandrew]

*distant look, followed by Quoting Something voice*

Love is that state wherein another person's happiness is essential to your own.

Uh. I think a Robert Heinlein character says that.

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Love tastes like sunshine dust.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Love is...





painful.

[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

Love is . . .

You know it when you feel it.

And it . . . it depends. Sometimes, it's that desire, that need to have a person beside you, forever, and wanting to do anything to make them happy because seeing them happy makes you happy.

But sometimes it's simply -- no, not simply -- it's the bond from knowing that the person next to you, whether or not you know them, is as good as you and as bad as you. They deserve every bit as much love as you do, or as your lover does, or as anyone else does.

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, love—-it’s hard, isn’t it? I suppose it’s when if they—-the person you love, that is—-hurts, you hurt too, and when they’re happy you have trouble being sad. But that’s not being in love, that’s just normal love, like with friends. Being in love is all of that, and something more. I don’t know what, really; I don't think I've ever been.

[fighting_mad]

Love is a big deal. I thought it wasn't for a long time, but it is. It's when someone's there to catch you if you stumble, when neither of you wants to leave the other, and when you don't know how you'd get by without each other. It's about fondness, yeah, and this feeling that goes far beyond liking someone, but -- it's about need. It's needing someone so vaping much you don't know what to do with yourself.

Love's when you don't have to hide.

[eiattu_pride]

Love you too.

And I'll always catch you.

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Love is indescribable. Humans try. They try to put labels on everything and it doesn't work.

Some emotions; compassion, love, they just are.

[ironside-pixie.livejournal.com]

You always hear that love is easy. Love is hard. You hear that too, but people always label it as sort of pessimistic.

Love is...fuck. I don't know, okay. Is it love if you can't stop thinking about them? If even a single kind word from them gives you strength to not be so damn messed up and to do things you never thought possible? I don't know. Maybe.

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

(Would you give up everything?)

Yes

Love is...beautiful.

[gris_bug_man]

Love is a haven.

[the-silver-lady.livejournal.com]

Love is the knowledge that another can be one's home.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

I would like to think that love does not need faces or names – that love just is, plain and simple. Love knows without needing words or grand gestures. It is eyes, it is fingertips, it is breathing.

Love is when your heart beats so impossibly fast and yet having them nearby can bring the most pleasant of dreams. It is when they smile and you can barely breathe – cannot help but smile back. It is when everything in you goes all backwards and upside down and things are okay that way, maybe even better that way. Love is when the most horrible moments with them are worth more than a million wonderful things.

And maybe, most of all, love is when you would do anything – anything at all.

[stygian-promise.livejournal.com]

Love is how he makes me what I am not - and, somehow, makes me not mind.

Otherwise?

Otherwise love is rather pointless, is it not? Though it does inspire the most intriguing acts of stupidity.

[forge-fire.livejournal.com]

Love is a forge.

Sometimes you're the hammer.

Sometimes you're the anvil.

Either way, what comes out of it is more important than what went in.

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.

What?

That's exactly how it's worded in the dictionary."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/]

Love is falling. Love is falling and never looking for a safety net because you know that there is someone down below with their arms held out for you.

Even if you hesitate and look down--

--if they miss once or twice--

--if you get hurt--

love is that you forgive them and you wait for them to catch you again.

[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

Love?

Words and gestures and promises and stories. Simple words, soothing gestures. Each like a cool river pebble or spring leaf in your pocket. Beyond sharing bodies, it is sharing hands and telling a story, never stopping the gentle murmur of speech until she can close her eyes and settled into sleep. It means losing sleep for yourself because you need to count her eyelashes or freckles again.