Love is life.... and if you miss love, you miss life

To fear love is to fear life, and those who
fear life are already three parts dead.

God is your lover, the one who danced with joy at your birth, 
dreamed you into being in the first place; the who has tracked you down
the back streets of your life, whispering to you in the night, calling to
you from the darkness. God is not so remote as to be only Lover. God 
your lover; the one who knows you by name.

Not where I breath but where I love, I live

Whoever lives true life will love true love.

Love is not to be reasoned down, or lost
in high ambition or a thirst of greatness;
Tis second life, it grows into the soul
warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

Love does for living what sunshine does for stained glass.

Love does for living what sunshine does for stained glass.

To love a thing means wanting it to live.

I think that love is the only spiritual power that can overcome
the self-centeredness that is inherent in being alive.
love is the thing that makes life possible, or indeed, tolerable.

Love is spontaneous and craves expression through joy, through beauty,
through truth, even through tears, love the moment; it's neither lost
in yesteryear nor does it crave for tomorrow love is NOW!

People who love life and love giving 

to it and receiving from it 
do not find themselves particularly perturbed about death.