Monday
Love In Autumn - Poem by karki
First day of Autumn
And the weather is blue
First day of Autumn
And i'm still in love with you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I feel the love
And so do you
So let me hold you
and hold you tight
And give you a kiss
in Autumn light
A kiss that you'll cherish
A kiss that you'll hold
A kiss as priceless
As diamonds and gold
Autumn lights fade
Like raindrops in a river
Darkness Falls
And you and me shiver
Through the trail
Of Autumn and love
We hope and dream
Under the stars above
As time goes by
our hands will twine
just moments away
Until you're finally mine
but even if
our silvery sky
turns into
a rainy lie
I'll still love you
and you'll still love
and you'll still love me
no matter what
we have to be
always and for ever
just you and me
so while midnight, strolls
into our starlit night
just hold me in your arms
until my feelings cant't fight
the temtation to frag you
and hold you tight
i promise that your dreams
will come true tonight
Second day of Autumn
and the weather is still blue
but no matter what
ill still love you.
And the weather is blue
First day of Autumn
And i'm still in love with you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I feel the love
And so do you
So let me hold you
and hold you tight
And give you a kiss
in Autumn light
A kiss that you'll cherish
A kiss that you'll hold
A kiss as priceless
As diamonds and gold
Autumn lights fade
Like raindrops in a river
Darkness Falls
And you and me shiver
Through the trail
Of Autumn and love
We hope and dream
Under the stars above
As time goes by
our hands will twine
just moments away
Until you're finally mine
but even if
our silvery sky
turns into
a rainy lie
I'll still love you
and you'll still love
and you'll still love me
no matter what
we have to be
always and for ever
just you and me
so while midnight, strolls
into our starlit night
just hold me in your arms
until my feelings cant't fight
the temtation to frag you
and hold you tight
i promise that your dreams
will come true tonight
Second day of Autumn
and the weather is still blue
but no matter what
ill still love you.
5 Reasons To Love The Fall Season
Summer is the season of heat while spring is the season of rebirth. Winter allows for snow fun, but what happens during fall? It's not quite hot enough to enjoy the water and there's not typically enough snow to go sledding. Yet, in recent years, its become common place to look forward to the end of the summer and the beginning of fall. Here are just a few reasons why.
1. The Beautiful Scenery
2. U-Pick Apples and Pumpkins
3. Pumpkin Spice Everything
4. Football
5. Halloween
2. U-Pick Apples and Pumpkins
3. Pumpkin Spice Everything
4. Football
5. Halloween
Five love reason fall in Autumn
When you feel that first crisp breeze, you know that summer is gone and fall is in the air. Every season has its upside; however, autumn has a particular beauty to it. Lovers of the season revel in its unique ability to turn the world into one big canvas with nature’s paintbrush.
From warm apple cider to camping trips, there are so many reasons to enjoy fall. Here are five things about the season that will bring out the autumn lover in you.
From warm apple cider to camping trips, there are so many reasons to enjoy fall. Here are five things about the season that will bring out the autumn lover in you.
'The Novice: A Story of True Love'
The novel, as a storytelling device, begins with that white parchment of possibility, turns many tricks, reveals many truths and, in the best of hands, can exploit the very worst in humankind. Novels are fairly seditious undertakings. And that's why the very idea of a Zen novel sounds like either a comedy sketch or simply an improbable stretch.
And yet that's what Vietnamese Buddhist Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh has done with his first novel, "The Novice: A Story of True Love." Hanh, who is also a poet and the bestselling author of "Peace Is Every Step," was nominated by the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. in 1967 for a Nobel Peace Prize for his efforts to reconcile the peoples of North and South Vietnam.
And yet that's what Vietnamese Buddhist Zen master Thich Nhat Hanh has done with his first novel, "The Novice: A Story of True Love." Hanh, who is also a poet and the bestselling author of "Peace Is Every Step," was nominated by the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. in 1967 for a Nobel Peace Prize for his efforts to reconcile the peoples of North and South Vietnam.
Playboy founder Hugh Hefner's first true love was movies
"You've caught me with my pants on," Hugh Hefner said with a sad smirk. There are days (or entire decades) when Hefner greets the midday sun in silk pajamas and a robe, but on this particular December afternoon, well, the playboy just wasn't in the mood.
Hefner had arrived back at his 29-room Holmby Hills mansion after attending the funeral of Bettie Page, the pin-up queen, and he was still wearing his mourner's jacket as he sat and slowly sipped from a bottle of Diet Pepsi in the hush of a downstairs library. Hefner considered Page a friend and fellow pioneer of sorts on the old frontier of American sex culture. Now, like so many others in Hefner's long journey, she is gone.
"We knew it was coming and there comes a point in the illness. . . ." His voice trailed off and then, adjusting his gold bunny cuff links, he smiled. "We're not really talking about Bettie Page here today."
No, but the legacy of desire -- as well as the desire for legacy -- are core concerns for Hefner these days. He has arguably never been more famous, but the glossy centerfold citadel of his empire, Playboy magazine, has struggled, and Hefner, 82, seems most at ease talking about the past and his consuming passion -- no, not that one. According to Hef, Hollywood was actually his first true obsession.
"Everything I learned about love, I learned from the movies," Hefner said. "The reality is because I was not shown affection, I escaped into an alternate universe, and it came right out of the movies. Love for me is defined almost exclusively in terms of romantic love as defined by the films of my childhood."
There's a strong chance that Hefner finally will see a version of himself as a child up on the screen; a long-elusive biographical film is ramping up and, according to Hefner, production could be underway in the next few months. Brian Grazer is the producer, Robert Downey Jr. is keenly interested in the starring role and Brett Ratner has been lined up to direct. Hefner, a devotee of Billy Wilder and Preston Sturges, seemed uncertain about the "Rush Hour" auteur.
"It's going to be a very curious change of pace for him . . . but I believe in Brian," Hefner said. "The one thing I would want the film to be is something other than a light comedy, to have something to say and express something about the change in social sexual values. You know, Brian made a comment that I was the only man who had made love to over a thousand women and they all still liked him. And I do take some pride, in fact, that I remain friends with the majority of former wives and girlfriends. I am a romantic."
Perhaps, but this is the graceless age of Internet porn and Hefner's magazine has been receding. It celebrated its 55th anniversary in 2008 but, in an unfortunate coincidence, gave pink slips to 55 employees in October. If the glossy print life is stepping down, Hefner's lifelong fascination for film is moving up among his priorities. The biopic will be co-produced by Playboy's Alta Loma Entertainment, his production company, which is redoubling its efforts in Hollywood. The company was started in the '70s, and after years of making soft-core porn, was a limited partner in August's "The House Bunny," a racy but PG-13 farce that starred Anna Faris and Colin Hanks.
Alta Loma is following that up with the R-rated "Miss March," a comedy about a guy who wakes up from a coma to find his girlfriend as one of Hefner's playmates. It hits 2,000 theaters in March with Fox distributing. There's also talk of a live-action version of Little Annie Fanny, the air-headed and bubble-breasted Playboy comic-strip character created for Playboy in 1962 by Mad magazine alums Harvey Kurtzman and Will Elder.
If it all sounds sophomoric, well . . . Hef, like his magazine, has a penchant for flipping between cartoon lewdness and lofty parlor-room pursuits.
Last month, a limo whisked him over to USC where, for the 13th year, he gave a lecture to a cinema censorship class that he seeded with a $100,000 donation. In 1995 he also gave $1.5 million to endow USC's Hugh M. Hefner Chair for the Study of American Film (held by film historian Richard B. Jewell). He has made major donations to UCLA as well -- $1 million in 2006 to the school's Film & Television Archive, establishing the Hugh M. Hefner American Film program. And according to Dick Rosenzweig, Hefner's longtime lieutenant who runs Alta Loma along with Jason Burns, the mogul has quietly funded a number of documentary productions and film preservation efforts. Hefner, who has a "Maltese Falcon" statuette and a bust of Boris Karloff in his bedroom, said all of it is a valentine to his youth.
Hefner had arrived back at his 29-room Holmby Hills mansion after attending the funeral of Bettie Page, the pin-up queen, and he was still wearing his mourner's jacket as he sat and slowly sipped from a bottle of Diet Pepsi in the hush of a downstairs library. Hefner considered Page a friend and fellow pioneer of sorts on the old frontier of American sex culture. Now, like so many others in Hefner's long journey, she is gone.
"We knew it was coming and there comes a point in the illness. . . ." His voice trailed off and then, adjusting his gold bunny cuff links, he smiled. "We're not really talking about Bettie Page here today."
No, but the legacy of desire -- as well as the desire for legacy -- are core concerns for Hefner these days. He has arguably never been more famous, but the glossy centerfold citadel of his empire, Playboy magazine, has struggled, and Hefner, 82, seems most at ease talking about the past and his consuming passion -- no, not that one. According to Hef, Hollywood was actually his first true obsession.
"Everything I learned about love, I learned from the movies," Hefner said. "The reality is because I was not shown affection, I escaped into an alternate universe, and it came right out of the movies. Love for me is defined almost exclusively in terms of romantic love as defined by the films of my childhood."
There's a strong chance that Hefner finally will see a version of himself as a child up on the screen; a long-elusive biographical film is ramping up and, according to Hefner, production could be underway in the next few months. Brian Grazer is the producer, Robert Downey Jr. is keenly interested in the starring role and Brett Ratner has been lined up to direct. Hefner, a devotee of Billy Wilder and Preston Sturges, seemed uncertain about the "Rush Hour" auteur.
"It's going to be a very curious change of pace for him . . . but I believe in Brian," Hefner said. "The one thing I would want the film to be is something other than a light comedy, to have something to say and express something about the change in social sexual values. You know, Brian made a comment that I was the only man who had made love to over a thousand women and they all still liked him. And I do take some pride, in fact, that I remain friends with the majority of former wives and girlfriends. I am a romantic."
Perhaps, but this is the graceless age of Internet porn and Hefner's magazine has been receding. It celebrated its 55th anniversary in 2008 but, in an unfortunate coincidence, gave pink slips to 55 employees in October. If the glossy print life is stepping down, Hefner's lifelong fascination for film is moving up among his priorities. The biopic will be co-produced by Playboy's Alta Loma Entertainment, his production company, which is redoubling its efforts in Hollywood. The company was started in the '70s, and after years of making soft-core porn, was a limited partner in August's "The House Bunny," a racy but PG-13 farce that starred Anna Faris and Colin Hanks.
Alta Loma is following that up with the R-rated "Miss March," a comedy about a guy who wakes up from a coma to find his girlfriend as one of Hefner's playmates. It hits 2,000 theaters in March with Fox distributing. There's also talk of a live-action version of Little Annie Fanny, the air-headed and bubble-breasted Playboy comic-strip character created for Playboy in 1962 by Mad magazine alums Harvey Kurtzman and Will Elder.
If it all sounds sophomoric, well . . . Hef, like his magazine, has a penchant for flipping between cartoon lewdness and lofty parlor-room pursuits.
Last month, a limo whisked him over to USC where, for the 13th year, he gave a lecture to a cinema censorship class that he seeded with a $100,000 donation. In 1995 he also gave $1.5 million to endow USC's Hugh M. Hefner Chair for the Study of American Film (held by film historian Richard B. Jewell). He has made major donations to UCLA as well -- $1 million in 2006 to the school's Film & Television Archive, establishing the Hugh M. Hefner American Film program. And according to Dick Rosenzweig, Hefner's longtime lieutenant who runs Alta Loma along with Jason Burns, the mogul has quietly funded a number of documentary productions and film preservation efforts. Hefner, who has a "Maltese Falcon" statuette and a bust of Boris Karloff in his bedroom, said all of it is a valentine to his youth.
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Sunday
Pain in love
We all know what pain feels like, for everyone has experienced it at one time in their lives. There are two dimensions of pain; the physical and the emotional pain. Physical pain is a sensation of pure discomfort. For example, when you are walking through your house and stump your toe on a table leg, you don't just stand there and say, "That hurt." You yell loudly to the world (either nice or naughty) that you stumped your toe. The physical aspects of pain can vary greatly from a sharp prick with a shot to the excruciating pain of childbirth.
Emotional pain has to be the most horrid, in my opinion, of all types of pain. It feels as if your insides are being wrenched out. When my girlfriend and I broke up, I felt as if she had ripped my heart out and I was standing there watching while she stomped on it. Where as physical pain will eventually go away, emotional hurt will always be lurking under the surface. When people are suffering emotional pain they resort to drastic measures, such as taking their own lives. Pain is a very difficult feeling to deal with.
Love is not our choice, but God’s gift
The soul does not love like a creature with created love. The love within it is divine, uncreated; for it is the love of God for God that is passing through it. God alone is capable of loving God. We can only consent to give up our own feelings so as to allow free passage in our soul for this love. That is the meaning of denying oneself. We are created for this consent, and for this alone. [Simone Weil, Waiting for God, 134]
I would quibble with some of Weil’s terminology, but the basic gist of her illustration is powerfully true. Weil is talking here specifically about the way that we love God, the strange truth that in fact God is loving God through us when that happens. As it says in 1 John 4:10, “This is love: not that we loved God, but that he first loved us.” We’re so used to using the phrase “God is love” as some kind of ideological proof-text in a culture war debate that we seldom step back to reflect on the strange, wonderful meaning of that statement.
If God is love, then when we love, God is moving through us. Any time love happens, God is the one who started it. This does not mean that every fluttery feeling of need we have towards another person is actually love and receives God’s endorsement. But all genuine love belongs entirely to God and is his gift to us. Now there are many people in the world who love without knowing God, but their lack of naming God does not mean that God has shunned them; it simply means they are accidental vessels of God’s love. We do not choose to love. We can choose to embrace our role as God’s vessels with intentionality and ask God to fill us with love and use us to fill the world with his love. It is incredibly more blessed to be an intentional vessel of God’s love than an accidental one.
This is very important because love has become a very cheap term in popular Christian discourse, particularly in our tedious culture war debates. It is true that we can choose to practice kindness toward our enemies or people whose behavior we consider to be sinful. But you cannot choose to love your enemies; only God can gift you with that ability. You cannot say you love your enemies until your heart has been broken by their humanity to the point that your ideological caricatures of them have melted away. To love our enemies requires pleading with God to let us see the beauty that he sees in them.
Love is way more than a rational choice. In a sense, it’s the opposite of a rational choice because it’s a surrender of my sovereignty to God. I’m not sure it’s terribly useful to draw hard distinctions between the four Greek words for love (agape, eros, storge, and philia) as though they are completely different phenomena. They bleed into each other all the time. As C.S. Lewis recognized in his Four Loves, there’s a little bit of agape in every kind of love. The more that we are intentionally surrendered to God so that his love can flow through us, the better we will love as friends, parents, and spouses.
This is why the cliche “Love the sinner, hate the sin” is such a farcical, empty statement. If you actually love someone, then you cannot reduce that person’s humanity to a list of sins. That’s why Paul says, “Love keeps no record of wrongs” in 1 Corinthians 13, which offers an exhaustive definition of agape love. Love doesn’t see a list; love sees a person. Sure, you’re going to want people you love to stop doing things that hurt themselves and others, but it’s not because you’re making a stance on an issue. It’s because you know them deeply enough that you’re actually hurt by what hurts them in a way that keeps you awake at night.
Love means trusting God enough that I’m willing to risk the complete shipwrecking of my presumptions and stereotypes for the sake of an authentic relationship with another person. The degree to which my categories for the rest of humanity are confidently intact is the degree to which I have not let God shatter my self-assurance with his love. Love is the opposite of a stance; it’s being swept into chaotic whirlwind of God’s grace. Let us all be taken up into that storm.
Philosophy of love
The philosophy of love is a field of social philosophy and ethics that attempts to explain the nature of love. The philosophical investigation of love includes the tasks of distinguishing between the various kinds of personal love, asking if and how love is or can be justified, asking what the value of love is, and what impact love has on the autonomy of both the lover and the beloved.Many different theories attempt to explain the nature and function of love. Explaining love to a hypothetical person who had not himself or herself experienced love or being loved would be very difficult because to such a person love would appear to be quite strange if not outright irrational behavior. Among the prevailing types of theories that attempt to account for the existence of love are: psychological theories, the vast majority of which consider love to be very healthy behavior; evolutionary theories which hold that love is part of the process of natural selection; spiritual theories which may, for instance consider love to be a gift from a god; and theories that consider love to be an unexplainable mystery, very much like a mystical experience.
There were many attempts to find the equation of love. One such attempt was by Christian Rudder, a mathematician and co-founder of online dating website OKCupid, one of the largest online dating site. The mathematical approach was through the collection of large data from the dating site. Another interesting equation of love is found by in the philosophical blog 'In the Quest of Truth'.
Love is defined as a measure of selfless give and take, and the author attempted to draw a graph that shows the equation of love
Free love
Free love is a social movement that rejects marriage, which is seen as a form of social and financial bondage. The Free Love movement's initial goal was to separate the state from sexual matters such as marriage, birth control, and adultery. It claimed that such issues were the concern of the people involved, and no one else.
The term free love has been usedto describe a social movement that rejects marriage, which is seen as a form of social bondage. The Free Love movement's initial goal was to separate the state from sexual matters such as marriage, birth control, and adultery. It claimed that such issues were the concern of the people involved, and no one else.
Many people in the early 19th century believed that marriage was an important aspect of life to "fulfill earthly human happiness." Middle-class Americans wanted the home to be a place of stability in an uncertain world. This mentality created a vision of strongly defined gender roles, which provoked the advancement of the free love movement as a contrast.
The term "sex radical" is also used interchangeably with the term "free lover", and was the preferred term by advocates because of the negative connotations of "free love".[citation needed] By whatever name, advocates had two strong beliefs: opposition to the idea of forceful sexual activity in a relationship and advocacy for a woman to use her body in any way that she pleases.These are also beliefs of Feminism.
The term free love has been usedto describe a social movement that rejects marriage, which is seen as a form of social bondage. The Free Love movement's initial goal was to separate the state from sexual matters such as marriage, birth control, and adultery. It claimed that such issues were the concern of the people involved, and no one else.
Many people in the early 19th century believed that marriage was an important aspect of life to "fulfill earthly human happiness." Middle-class Americans wanted the home to be a place of stability in an uncertain world. This mentality created a vision of strongly defined gender roles, which provoked the advancement of the free love movement as a contrast.
The term "sex radical" is also used interchangeably with the term "free lover", and was the preferred term by advocates because of the negative connotations of "free love".[citation needed] By whatever name, advocates had two strong beliefs: opposition to the idea of forceful sexual activity in a relationship and advocacy for a woman to use her body in any way that she pleases.These are also beliefs of Feminism.
Evolutionary Basis
Evolutionary psychology has attempted to provide various reasons for love as a survival tool. Humans are dependent on parental help for a large portion of their lifespans compared to other mammals. Love has therefore been seen as a mechanism to promote parental support of children for this extended time period. Another factor may be that sexually transmitted diseases can cause, among other effects, permanently reduced fertility, injury to the fetus, and increase complications during childbirth. This would favor monogamous relationships over polygamy
Biological Basis of Love
Biological models of sex tend to view love as a mammalian drive, much like hunger or thirst.Helen Fisher, a leading expert in the topic of love, divides the experience of love into three partly overlapping stages: lust, attraction, and attachment. Lust is the feeling of sexual desire; romantic attraction determines what partners mates find attractive and pursue, conserving time and energy by choosing; and attachment involves sharing a home, parental duties, mutual defense, and in humans involves feelings of safety and security. Three distinct neural circuitries, including neurotransmitters, and three behavioral patterns, are associated with these three romantic styles.
Lust is the initial passionate sexual desire that promotes mating, and involves the increased release of chemicals such as testosterone and estrogen. These effects rarely last more than a few weeks or months. Attraction is the more individualized and romantic desire for a specific candidate for mating, which develops out of lust as commitment to an individual mate forms. Recent studies in neuroscience have indicated that as people fall in love, the brain consistently releases a certain set of chemicals, including the neurotransmitter hormones, dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin, the same compounds released by amphetamine, stimulating the brain's pleasure center and leading to side effects such as increased heart rate, loss of appetite and sleep, and an intense feeling of excitement. Research has indicated that this stage generally lasts from one and a half to three years.
Since the lust and attraction stages are both considered temporary, a third stage is needed to account for long-term relationships. Attachment is the bonding that promotes relationships lasting for many years and even decades. Attachment is generally based on commitments such as marriage and children, or on mutual friendship based on things like shared interests. It has been linked to higher levels of the chemicals oxytocin and vasopressin to a greater degree than short-term relationships have.Enzo Emanuele and coworkers reported the protein molecule known as the nerve growth factor (NGF) has high levels when people first fall in love, but these return to previous levels after one year.
Lust is the initial passionate sexual desire that promotes mating, and involves the increased release of chemicals such as testosterone and estrogen. These effects rarely last more than a few weeks or months. Attraction is the more individualized and romantic desire for a specific candidate for mating, which develops out of lust as commitment to an individual mate forms. Recent studies in neuroscience have indicated that as people fall in love, the brain consistently releases a certain set of chemicals, including the neurotransmitter hormones, dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin, the same compounds released by amphetamine, stimulating the brain's pleasure center and leading to side effects such as increased heart rate, loss of appetite and sleep, and an intense feeling of excitement. Research has indicated that this stage generally lasts from one and a half to three years.
Since the lust and attraction stages are both considered temporary, a third stage is needed to account for long-term relationships. Attachment is the bonding that promotes relationships lasting for many years and even decades. Attachment is generally based on commitments such as marriage and children, or on mutual friendship based on things like shared interests. It has been linked to higher levels of the chemicals oxytocin and vasopressin to a greater degree than short-term relationships have.Enzo Emanuele and coworkers reported the protein molecule known as the nerve growth factor (NGF) has high levels when people first fall in love, but these return to previous levels after one year.
Interpersonal love
Interpersonal love refers to love between human beings. It is a much more potent sentiment than a simple liking for another. Unrequited love refers to those feelings of love that are not reciprocated. Interpersonal love is most closely associated with interpersonal relationships.
Such love might exist between family members, friends, and couples. There are also a number of psychological disorders related to love, such as erotomania.
Throughout history, philosophy and religion have done the most speculation on the phenomenon of love. In the 20th century, the science of psychology has written a great deal on the subject. In recent years, the sciences of psychology, anthropology, neuroscience, and biology have added to the understanding of the nature and function of love.
Throughout history, philosophy and religion have done the most speculation on the phenomenon of love. In the 20th century, the science of psychology has written a great deal on the subject. In recent years, the sciences of psychology, anthropology, neuroscience, and biology have added to the understanding of the nature and function of love.
Definitions of love
The word "love" can have a variety of related but distinct meanings in different contexts. Many other languages use multiple words to express some of the different concepts that in English are denoted as "love"; one example is the plurality of Greek words for "love" which includes agape and eros.Cultural differences in conceptualizing love thus doubly impede the establishment of a universal definition.Although the nature or essence of love is a subject of frequent debate, different aspects of the word can be clarified by determining what isn't love (antonyms of "love"). Love as a general expression of positive sentiment (a stronger form of like) is commonly contrasted with hate (or neutral apathy); as a less sexual and more emotionally intimate form of romantic attachment, love is commonly contrasted with lust; and as an interpersonal relationship with romantic overtones, love is sometimes contrasted with friendship, although the word love is often applied to close friendships. (Further possible ambiguities come with usages "girlfriend", "boyfriend", "just good friends").
Abstractly discussed love usually refers to an experience one person feels for another. Love often involves caring for or identifying with a person or thing (cf. vulnerability and care theory of love), including oneself (cf. narcissism). In addition to cross-cultural differences in understanding love, ideas about love have also changed greatly over time. Some historians date modern conceptions of romantic love to courtly Europe during or after the Middle Ages, although the prior existence of romantic attachments is attested by ancient love poetry.[9]
The complex and abstract nature of love often reduces discourse of love to a thought-terminating cliché. Several common proverbs regard love, from Virgil's "Love conquers all" to The Beatles' "All You Need Is Love". St. Thomas Aquinas, following Aristotle, defines love as "to will the good of another." Bertrand Russell describes love as a condition of "absolute value," as opposed to relative value.[citation needed] Philosopher Gottfried Leibniz said that love is "to be delighted by the happiness of another."Meher Baba stated that in love there is a "feeling of unity" and an "active appreciation of the intrinsic worth of the object of love." Biologist Jeremy Griffith defines love as "unconditional selflessness".
Impersonal love
A person can be said to love an object, principle, or goal to which they are deeply committed and greatly value. For example, compassionate outreach and volunteer workers' "love" of their cause may sometimes be born not of interpersonal love but impersonal love, altruism, and strong spiritual or political convictions. People can also "love" material objects, animals, or activities if they invest themselves in bonding or otherwise identifying with those things. If sexual passion is also involved, then this feeling is called paraphilia.
Love Is Like Oxygen
Love Is Like Oxygen" is a song by the British band Sweet, co-written by the group's guitarist Andy Scott and Trevor Griffin, a musician who had played with various unsuccessful bands before becoming a roadie and sound engineer, and released in January 1978. The song was a departure from earlier recordings by the Sweet, which were more guitar-driven and featured high vocal harmonies. The extended album version of the song, which appeared on their album Level Headed, incorporates strings and has some disco elements.Their first release on the Polydor label after their departure from RCA, it was also their last Top 10 hit, reaching # 4 in New Zealand, # 6 in Switzerland, # 8 in Belgium, Canada and the United States # 9 in United Kingdom and # 10 in West Germany.
Later that year it was honoured with a Song of the Year nomination at the Ivor Novello awards, although beaten by "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty. The song is frequently included on greatest hits compilations, usually in its edited single version.
Saturday
The True Story Behind The Vow
Their spirits were soaring as the newlywed couple, Kim and Krickitt Carpenter, headed toward Phoenix to spend Thanksgiving with her family. They were driving their new Ford Escort and chatting about the Cowboys, the university baseball team that Kim coached back in their hometown of Las Vegas, N.M. With them was Milan Rasic, Kim’s assistant coach.
It was pitch-dark at 6:30 p.m., and by then Krickitt had taken the wheel. Kim, who had a head cold, had gotten in the back seat of the car so he could lie down. Six miles west of Gallup, N.M., on Interstate 40, a flatbed truck traveling ahead of them at about 30 miles per hour was obscured by exhaust smoke. Kim woke to Krickitt’s scream of terror and Milan’s shout, “Watch out!”
Krickitt hit the brakes and attempted to swerve left, but collided with the flatbed. A pickup truck that had been behind them slammed into the driver’s side of the Escort. The little car flew through the air and came down on its roof, skidding more than 100 feet before it stopped.
Kim was squeezed against the roof of the car, which was underneath him. He couldn’t move his legs, and the pain in his back was excruciating.
“Krickitt!” Kim screamed. There was no answer.
He couldn’t see that Krickitt was suspended above him, held by the seat belt and the steering wheel, her head swelling grotesquely as fluid flooded her brain.
It took a half-hour for rescuers to extract Krickitt from the crumpled metal. Since she was critically injured, the first ambulance took her to Rehoboth McKinley Christian Hospital in Gallup. Shortly after, a second ambulance followed with Kim and Milan, who was not badly injured. Krickitt was then flown to University Hospital in Albuquerque.
Kim Carpenter and Krickitt Pappas had met by phone, a chance business call in September 1992. As head baseball coach at New Mexico Highlands University, Kim, 27, received lots of catalogues for customized sportswear. When something caught his eye, he dialed the toll-free number, and in Anaheim, Calif., a sales associate answered. Her voice was animated, sparkling with laughter.
“Your name is really Krickitt?” he teased.
“And you’re from Las Vegas, but not Nevada?” she responded, laughing. She explained that her real name was Krisxan, a Greek name, pronounced Kris-ann, and that an aunt nicknamed her Krickitt when she was two because she never stood still.
Over the next three months, Kim’s interest in sportswear increased remarkably, but only if a certain 23-year-old sales associate was available to answer his calls. A gymnast, Krickitt knew a lot about sports, and she seemed genuinely interested in Kim’s team.
Pretty soon their conversations turned deeper. Both were dedicated Christians who believed marriage vows were a sacred promise. It seemed that, at every turn, each was finding something more to love in the other.
In April 1993 Krickitt accepted Kim’s invitation to visit New Mexico and see his team play. Two weeks later Kim met Krickitt’s friends and parents.
Kim asked Krickitt’s father for his daughter’s hand that June, a formality she insisted upon. “You have our blessing,” Gus Pappas said.
Kim then flew to California and went to Krickitt’s apartment. Dressed in a suit and tie despite the sweltering heat, he called her name until she came out on her balcony.
“Well, will ya?” Kim yelled.
“Will I what?” Krickitt responded, then raced down to him. Kim knelt on one knee and held out a bouquet of flowers. “Will you be my lifetime buddy?” Kim asked.
“Yes!” she said. “Yes, I will.”
On September 18, 1993, Krisxan Pappas and Kim Carpenter were married in Scottsdale, Ariz. The couple honeymooned in Maui, and on their return squeezed into Kim’s small apartment in Las Vegas.
Only ten weeks later, Kim listened in shock as a doctor told him that Krickitt was in a coma, completely unresponsive. There was possible brain damage. She might die.
Around 5 a.m. Kim, despite his own severe injuries, had arrived in Albuquerque to see Krickitt. She had a plastic hose in her mouth and a device stuck in her head to measure intracranial pressure. Plastic bags hung on metal stands, all draining fluids down clear tubing into her arms. This can’t be Krickitt! Kim thought as he felt the room sway and go dark.
Krickitt’s athletic body started fighting back. Though still comatose, she was able to breathe on her own by the first week in December. She was transported by air ambulance to Barrow Neurological Institute in Phoenix, deemed the best place for her recovery.
Krickitt gradually came out of her coma, and three weeks after the accident it was time for a professional assessment of her mental abilities. Kim stood by anxiously as a therapist asked Krickitt questions.
“Where does the sun rise?” the therapist said.
Answer, babe, Kim urged silently. Show us you’re getting well. Krickitt looked puzzled, then satisfied. “North,” she said with certainty.
“Who is the President?”
“Nixon.”
“Where do you live?”
“Phoenix.”
Phoenix was where she had lived before she was married. Kim was encouraged. Yes, babe! We’re going home soon, and everything will be all right.
“Who are you married to?” Krickitt’s blue eyes drifted around the room. Her voice was flat, emotionless, and her words stabbed at Kim’s heart: “I’m not married.”
Stunned, Kim backed out of the room. In the hallway he wept openly, slamming his fist against a wall. God, help me! Help Krickitt and me.
As Krickitt became more responsive, it gradually became clear that she had lost all memory of the year before the accident. She didn’t remember their courtship, wedding or honeymoon, or their short time together as husband and wife. Kim Carpenter was a complete stranger to the woman he had fallen madly, hopelessly in love with.
For the next month her parents and friends would ask, “Who are you married to, Krickitt?”
She would seem to concentrate, but then say any of a half-dozen men’s names—her gymnastics coach, old friends, a doctor.
Once Kim showed her a video of their wedding. When the camera panned on Kim’s face, he said gently, “That’s me, Kimmer. And the girl is you, Krickitt.” But Krickitt showed no reaction.
Every day Krickitt worked with a physical therapist, speech therapists and others at Barrow. Once an accomplished gymnast, she had to be taught to walk. At first she would jerk her right foot forward and drag the left foot, unable to lift it even an inch off the floor. Her brain had sustained injuries in the frontal lobe, which controls personality, emotions and decision-making, and in her parietal lobe, which governs language and mathematical comprehension.
Krickitt’s memory of being a child, a teen-ager and a college student gradually returned. But Kim continued to be “that guy,” just one more person who made her try to walk, feed herself and hit a ball with a paddle.
Often her reaction to him was anger and rejection. “Why don’t you go back to Las Vegas?” she said more than once.
“Because I love you” was Kim’s unwavering response.
In February 1994 she was able to move into her parents’ house and go to Barrow as an outpatient. In March Kim began a physically and emotionally exhausting commute, flying to Las Vegas to coach the college baseball team half the week, and back to Phoenix on Sundays to prod Krickitt the rest of the time.
Sometimes there were clear signs of improvement, like the day when Kim pitched a ball to her. Instead of missing it by several feet, she scored a direct hit. In her sudden laughter Kim could hear the echo of the Krickitt he’d fallen in love with.
There were comical moments too. One day after Kim had returned to Las Vegas, she told a Barrow therapist, “I miss that guy who was here.” When she got home, her mother phoned Kim and said, “Krickitt wants to talk to you.”
Kim was thrilled that she’d thought of him. “How are you?”
“Fine,” she said. “I gotta go now.”
Her short attention span was evident when people visited her too. She’d greet them warmly with “Hi, how are you? I’m glad to see you,” and follow it with “Well, bye now” in the next sentence.
For the most part, however, Krickitt had to cope with confusion, unfocused anger and physical pain. Kim turned to the Bible and to prayer for strength. Lord, please let Krickitt remember me. Please, God, bring her back to me.
On March 12, 1994, Kim and Krickitt went to their apartment for an “orientation” visit. In the small living room, Krickitt picked up an 11-by-14-inch photo and studied it with a quizzical look. It was their wedding picture, but it didn’t mean a thing to her.
A month later Krickitt went “home” to stay. It was not easy. Her brain injuries didn’t heal like a broken leg mends, with steady improvement. Her continual confusion over where to find things in the apartment, how to find her way around, her anger at Kim for being tough about her therapy—all this caused temper outbursts that were completely unlike the woman Kim had known and loved.
This new Krickitt was like an unruly adolescent, not caring about anyone’s feelings. A young woman known for patience and compassion before the accident, she now lacked both.
For the first time they got into arguments, and after one of these Krickitt ran out of the apartment. Worried, Kim drove around until he found her outside a fast-food restaurant. “You promised me you would not run off!” Kim scolded her.
“I can’t promise anything,” she cried, as dismayed by her erratic behavior as he was.
“I can’t live like this anymore,” Kim said. “I can’t see me without you, and I can’t see you without me, but maybe that’s the way it has to be.”
There was one promise that was bred in Krickitt’s bones: she had grown up believing that marriage was forever. It was a promise she and Kim had each made to God before they even met. And when neither of them felt they could go on as they were, that promise kept them together.
In the fall of 1995, Kim went to see a professional counselor. During one session the therapist asked him, “What made Krickitt fall in love with you?” At first he gave the counselor a glib answer, describing himself as “funny, clever, handsome.” But then he took the question seriously. What made Krickitt fall in love with me?
He thought of all the love and affection he’d shown her during their courtship. He was her sweetheart. Then he considered how he had acted since her injury. He was more like a parent or coach. Finally it struck him: Start over! Win her back!
“Would you like to go to a movie tonight? We could get some pizza afterward.” It felt awkward courting Krickitt again, but Kim made “date night” a part of their weekly routine.
They tried golfing together, but they often didn’t make it past the second hole. Kim had to learn patience, to let go and not criticize. They knew they were on the right track when they could laugh and say, “Wow! We made it to the fourth hole without fighting!”
Although Kim set out to reawaken love in Krickitt, he couldn’t foresee the result of their dating. She was the same woman, and yet different. Kim came to love her as the person she had become.
Krickitt began to notice how compassionate and generous Kim was. Gradually she felt herself “growing into love,” which she described as “sort of like falling in love, only better.”
Kim’s counselor planted the seed of an idea: would it be meaningful to renew their vows?
“Oh, yes!” was Krickitt’s reaction. “But if we’re going to have a wedding, I want a proposal, too,” Krickitt said with her jaw set.
On Valentine’s Day 1996, Kim once again went down on one knee, and with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, asked Krickitt to be his bride.
“People think we’re getting married a second time to make my memory come back,” Krickitt would say. “But I have accepted that that part of my life is erased.”
The reason for the wedding ceremony, Krickitt adds, was because “every woman should have that moment to remember.”
On May 25, 1996, Krickitt Carpenter held out her hand to Kim. “I thank you for being true to your original vows,” she said, “and I pray that I might be the wife you fell in love with.”
They gave each other their original wedding rings. Then, unaware of the other’s plan, each brought a second ring to commemorate this second vow of love.
Kim and Krickitt emerged from the chapel, posed for photos and then made their way through a crowd of family and friends. It was the beginning of a new life for them, a moment that, now, Krickitt could remember and treasure forever.
It was pitch-dark at 6:30 p.m., and by then Krickitt had taken the wheel. Kim, who had a head cold, had gotten in the back seat of the car so he could lie down. Six miles west of Gallup, N.M., on Interstate 40, a flatbed truck traveling ahead of them at about 30 miles per hour was obscured by exhaust smoke. Kim woke to Krickitt’s scream of terror and Milan’s shout, “Watch out!”
Krickitt hit the brakes and attempted to swerve left, but collided with the flatbed. A pickup truck that had been behind them slammed into the driver’s side of the Escort. The little car flew through the air and came down on its roof, skidding more than 100 feet before it stopped.
Kim was squeezed against the roof of the car, which was underneath him. He couldn’t move his legs, and the pain in his back was excruciating.
“Krickitt!” Kim screamed. There was no answer.
He couldn’t see that Krickitt was suspended above him, held by the seat belt and the steering wheel, her head swelling grotesquely as fluid flooded her brain.
It took a half-hour for rescuers to extract Krickitt from the crumpled metal. Since she was critically injured, the first ambulance took her to Rehoboth McKinley Christian Hospital in Gallup. Shortly after, a second ambulance followed with Kim and Milan, who was not badly injured. Krickitt was then flown to University Hospital in Albuquerque.
“Your name is really Krickitt?” he teased.
“And you’re from Las Vegas, but not Nevada?” she responded, laughing. She explained that her real name was Krisxan, a Greek name, pronounced Kris-ann, and that an aunt nicknamed her Krickitt when she was two because she never stood still.
Over the next three months, Kim’s interest in sportswear increased remarkably, but only if a certain 23-year-old sales associate was available to answer his calls. A gymnast, Krickitt knew a lot about sports, and she seemed genuinely interested in Kim’s team.
Pretty soon their conversations turned deeper. Both were dedicated Christians who believed marriage vows were a sacred promise. It seemed that, at every turn, each was finding something more to love in the other.
In April 1993 Krickitt accepted Kim’s invitation to visit New Mexico and see his team play. Two weeks later Kim met Krickitt’s friends and parents.
Kim asked Krickitt’s father for his daughter’s hand that June, a formality she insisted upon. “You have our blessing,” Gus Pappas said.
Kim then flew to California and went to Krickitt’s apartment. Dressed in a suit and tie despite the sweltering heat, he called her name until she came out on her balcony.
“Well, will ya?” Kim yelled.
“Will I what?” Krickitt responded, then raced down to him. Kim knelt on one knee and held out a bouquet of flowers. “Will you be my lifetime buddy?” Kim asked.
“Yes!” she said. “Yes, I will.”
On September 18, 1993, Krisxan Pappas and Kim Carpenter were married in Scottsdale, Ariz. The couple honeymooned in Maui, and on their return squeezed into Kim’s small apartment in Las Vegas.
Only ten weeks later, Kim listened in shock as a doctor told him that Krickitt was in a coma, completely unresponsive. There was possible brain damage. She might die.
Around 5 a.m. Kim, despite his own severe injuries, had arrived in Albuquerque to see Krickitt. She had a plastic hose in her mouth and a device stuck in her head to measure intracranial pressure. Plastic bags hung on metal stands, all draining fluids down clear tubing into her arms. This can’t be Krickitt! Kim thought as he felt the room sway and go dark.
Krickitt’s athletic body started fighting back. Though still comatose, she was able to breathe on her own by the first week in December. She was transported by air ambulance to Barrow Neurological Institute in Phoenix, deemed the best place for her recovery.
Krickitt gradually came out of her coma, and three weeks after the accident it was time for a professional assessment of her mental abilities. Kim stood by anxiously as a therapist asked Krickitt questions.
“Where does the sun rise?” the therapist said.
Answer, babe, Kim urged silently. Show us you’re getting well. Krickitt looked puzzled, then satisfied. “North,” she said with certainty.
“Who is the President?”
“Nixon.”
“Where do you live?”
“Phoenix.”
Phoenix was where she had lived before she was married. Kim was encouraged. Yes, babe! We’re going home soon, and everything will be all right.
“Who are you married to?” Krickitt’s blue eyes drifted around the room. Her voice was flat, emotionless, and her words stabbed at Kim’s heart: “I’m not married.”
Stunned, Kim backed out of the room. In the hallway he wept openly, slamming his fist against a wall. God, help me! Help Krickitt and me.
As Krickitt became more responsive, it gradually became clear that she had lost all memory of the year before the accident. She didn’t remember their courtship, wedding or honeymoon, or their short time together as husband and wife. Kim Carpenter was a complete stranger to the woman he had fallen madly, hopelessly in love with.
For the next month her parents and friends would ask, “Who are you married to, Krickitt?”
She would seem to concentrate, but then say any of a half-dozen men’s names—her gymnastics coach, old friends, a doctor.
Once Kim showed her a video of their wedding. When the camera panned on Kim’s face, he said gently, “That’s me, Kimmer. And the girl is you, Krickitt.” But Krickitt showed no reaction.
Every day Krickitt worked with a physical therapist, speech therapists and others at Barrow. Once an accomplished gymnast, she had to be taught to walk. At first she would jerk her right foot forward and drag the left foot, unable to lift it even an inch off the floor. Her brain had sustained injuries in the frontal lobe, which controls personality, emotions and decision-making, and in her parietal lobe, which governs language and mathematical comprehension.
Krickitt’s memory of being a child, a teen-ager and a college student gradually returned. But Kim continued to be “that guy,” just one more person who made her try to walk, feed herself and hit a ball with a paddle.
Often her reaction to him was anger and rejection. “Why don’t you go back to Las Vegas?” she said more than once.
“Because I love you” was Kim’s unwavering response.
In February 1994 she was able to move into her parents’ house and go to Barrow as an outpatient. In March Kim began a physically and emotionally exhausting commute, flying to Las Vegas to coach the college baseball team half the week, and back to Phoenix on Sundays to prod Krickitt the rest of the time.
Sometimes there were clear signs of improvement, like the day when Kim pitched a ball to her. Instead of missing it by several feet, she scored a direct hit. In her sudden laughter Kim could hear the echo of the Krickitt he’d fallen in love with.
There were comical moments too. One day after Kim had returned to Las Vegas, she told a Barrow therapist, “I miss that guy who was here.” When she got home, her mother phoned Kim and said, “Krickitt wants to talk to you.”
Kim was thrilled that she’d thought of him. “How are you?”
“Fine,” she said. “I gotta go now.”
Her short attention span was evident when people visited her too. She’d greet them warmly with “Hi, how are you? I’m glad to see you,” and follow it with “Well, bye now” in the next sentence.
For the most part, however, Krickitt had to cope with confusion, unfocused anger and physical pain. Kim turned to the Bible and to prayer for strength. Lord, please let Krickitt remember me. Please, God, bring her back to me.
On March 12, 1994, Kim and Krickitt went to their apartment for an “orientation” visit. In the small living room, Krickitt picked up an 11-by-14-inch photo and studied it with a quizzical look. It was their wedding picture, but it didn’t mean a thing to her.
A month later Krickitt went “home” to stay. It was not easy. Her brain injuries didn’t heal like a broken leg mends, with steady improvement. Her continual confusion over where to find things in the apartment, how to find her way around, her anger at Kim for being tough about her therapy—all this caused temper outbursts that were completely unlike the woman Kim had known and loved.
This new Krickitt was like an unruly adolescent, not caring about anyone’s feelings. A young woman known for patience and compassion before the accident, she now lacked both.
For the first time they got into arguments, and after one of these Krickitt ran out of the apartment. Worried, Kim drove around until he found her outside a fast-food restaurant. “You promised me you would not run off!” Kim scolded her.
“I can’t promise anything,” she cried, as dismayed by her erratic behavior as he was.
“I can’t live like this anymore,” Kim said. “I can’t see me without you, and I can’t see you without me, but maybe that’s the way it has to be.”
There was one promise that was bred in Krickitt’s bones: she had grown up believing that marriage was forever. It was a promise she and Kim had each made to God before they even met. And when neither of them felt they could go on as they were, that promise kept them together.
In the fall of 1995, Kim went to see a professional counselor. During one session the therapist asked him, “What made Krickitt fall in love with you?” At first he gave the counselor a glib answer, describing himself as “funny, clever, handsome.” But then he took the question seriously. What made Krickitt fall in love with me?
He thought of all the love and affection he’d shown her during their courtship. He was her sweetheart. Then he considered how he had acted since her injury. He was more like a parent or coach. Finally it struck him: Start over! Win her back!
“Would you like to go to a movie tonight? We could get some pizza afterward.” It felt awkward courting Krickitt again, but Kim made “date night” a part of their weekly routine.
They tried golfing together, but they often didn’t make it past the second hole. Kim had to learn patience, to let go and not criticize. They knew they were on the right track when they could laugh and say, “Wow! We made it to the fourth hole without fighting!”
Although Kim set out to reawaken love in Krickitt, he couldn’t foresee the result of their dating. She was the same woman, and yet different. Kim came to love her as the person she had become.
Krickitt began to notice how compassionate and generous Kim was. Gradually she felt herself “growing into love,” which she described as “sort of like falling in love, only better.”
Kim’s counselor planted the seed of an idea: would it be meaningful to renew their vows?
“Oh, yes!” was Krickitt’s reaction. “But if we’re going to have a wedding, I want a proposal, too,” Krickitt said with her jaw set.
On Valentine’s Day 1996, Kim once again went down on one knee, and with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, asked Krickitt to be his bride.
“People think we’re getting married a second time to make my memory come back,” Krickitt would say. “But I have accepted that that part of my life is erased.”
The reason for the wedding ceremony, Krickitt adds, was because “every woman should have that moment to remember.”
On May 25, 1996, Krickitt Carpenter held out her hand to Kim. “I thank you for being true to your original vows,” she said, “and I pray that I might be the wife you fell in love with.”
They gave each other their original wedding rings. Then, unaware of the other’s plan, each brought a second ring to commemorate this second vow of love.
Kim and Krickitt emerged from the chapel, posed for photos and then made their way through a crowd of family and friends. It was the beginning of a new life for them, a moment that, now, Krickitt could remember and treasure forever.
Examples of love
Mr. Brown seems to imply that when he retired he relinquished her love as casually as he dispensed with her secretarial services. —Ken Follett, New York Times Book Review, 27 Dec. 1987
… Eddie sees Vince's pure love of pool, and after years of thinking of the game as merely a hustle, the older man suddenly falls back in love with the game himself. —Maureen Dowd, New York Times Magazine, 28 Sept. 1986
Aunt Polly knelt down and prayed for Tom so touchingly, so appealingly, and with such measureless love in her words and her old trembling voice, that he was weltering in tears again, long before she was through. —Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, 1876
Allworthy thus answered: “… I have always thought love the only foundation of happiness in a married state, as it can only produce that high and tender friendship which should always be the cement of this union …” —Henry Fielding, Tom Jones, 1749
Children need unconditional love from their parents.
He was just a lonely man looking for love.
… Eddie sees Vince's pure love of pool, and after years of thinking of the game as merely a hustle, the older man suddenly falls back in love with the game himself. —Maureen Dowd, New York Times Magazine, 28 Sept. 1986Aunt Polly knelt down and prayed for Tom so touchingly, so appealingly, and with such measureless love in her words and her old trembling voice, that he was weltering in tears again, long before she was through. —Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, 1876
Allworthy thus answered: “… I have always thought love the only foundation of happiness in a married state, as it can only produce that high and tender friendship which should always be the cement of this union …” —Henry Fielding, Tom Jones, 1749
Children need unconditional love from their parents.
He was just a lonely man looking for love.
Love
Simple Definition of love
: a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person
romantic relationship
: a person you love in a romantic way
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