Air, Love (Official Audio)

quote, love, sex, Victor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning, Dostoyevsky

"THE MEANING OF LOVE"

 Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality.
 No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him.
By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized.

Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.

In logotherapy, love is not interpreted as a mere epiphe-nomenon  of sexual drives and instincts in the sense of a so-called sublimation.

 Love is as primary a phenomenon as sex.

Normally, sex is a mode of expression for love.

Sex is justified, even sanctified, as soon as, but only as long as, it is a vehicle of love.

Thus love is not understood as a mere side-effect of sex; rather, sex is a way of expressing the experience of that ultimate togetherness which is called love.

The third way of finding a meaning in life is by suffering."

Victor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

"To love somebody means to see them as God intended them."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky


Reduktionismus

"Hier begegnete Frankl erstmals dem Reduktionismus, einem Thema, das er ein Leben lang bekämpfen sollte. Wenn Psychotherapie die Ebene der menschlichen Begegnung aus methodischen Gründen verlassen muss, und wenn im Zentrum des Interesses die Pathologie steht und nicht mehr die Person, und wenn diese Pathologie als alles bestimmend angesehen wird, dann wollte er nicht Psychotherapeut sein. Durch diese persönliche Erfahrung von Reduktionismus und Pathologismus fiel es ihm wie „Schuppen von den Augen“ (Frankl), und er wusste, dass Psychoanalyse für ihn nicht die Methode sei.

Er wandte sich der Individualpsychologie Alfred Adlers zu und absolvierte dort seine Ausbildung und Examen. Doch auch dort sollte ihn schon bald dasselbe Schicksal ereilen. Anläßlich eines Vortrags beim 3. Internationalen Kongress der Individualpsychologie vertrat Frankl die Ansicht, dass das neurotische Arrangement und der sekundäre Krankheitsgewinn nicht die einzige Motivationskraft des neurotischen Menschen sein können, sondern dass er auch als Person zu sehen sei, die ihr Dasein zu verstehen trachtet und auch nach einem Sinn im Leben sucht."

man's search for meaning.pdf

love, Thich Nhat Hanh

well...this doesn't work..not these last years ..must be mutual

Albert Camus, Happiness, Love, brainpickings.org

"If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them … they could perceive what they have made of us."

"For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling 
of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation."

"It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life."

"I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world."

Albert Camus, Happiness, Love

Khalil Gibran, love,separation

“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation”

note:
it‘s a nice perspective.
release can be love, another nice way.
aren‘t we all nice people?

John Lennon ,Love

Love is real, real is love
Love is feeling, feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved

Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
we can be

Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needing to be loved

.....
anyway, it is 'real'...

Arthur Lee , LOVE ,Five String Serenade

Frieda Kahlo, quote, on Diego Rivera

Frieda Kahlo

quote out of article:
At the very end of the piece, Kahlo addresses that gruesome yet all too common human tendency to judge other loves from the outside — a violent flattening of the nuance and dimension and enormous richness that exist between two people, perceptible to them alone. She writes:
Perhaps it is expected that I should lament about how I have suffered living with a man like Diego. But I do not think that the banks of a river suffer because they let the river flow, nor does the earth suffer because of the rains, nor does the atom suffer for letting its energy escape. To my way of thinking, everything has its natural compensation."

This is plainly beautifully felt and said...

Charles Bukowski , Love

Quotes, Simone de Beauvoir, on Love

never wanted another love...this is not a feminist approach,

it has nothing at all to do with any sociological movement at all,

it is about the true meeting of equals. it is on love..

and i cannot see that her premises are impossible -

just nearly sounds as if..

anyway, i guess i am tired of the subject and of talking on love,

who will define it if not by inter-acting , allowing it to enter?

love's simplicity, reflections

loving a dog or a horse : easy to say.
even this in the end sometimes may be hard to do.
to love "you": i cannot say it anymore.
it felt so simple and easy and true to say.
by now the word is corrupted,
my intention, flow and way are gone
in a strange land of interpretation, translation,
perversion, nearly shredded.
but i am here.
and maybe i do but really cannot say.
love.
still, one day i may have to go another way.
away.
i have no 'name' for '"you"'.
you have no 'name' for "me".
in no Man's land i am just me, alone.
call me, call my name, i may come.
i never understood why it can be not simple and easy.
are 'you' more a relative than a friend,
and i cannot just open my arms for "our" joy?
relatives can grow a burden,
and they tend to mix up with our life,
keep us occupied-
and see us in continuous translation.
i have grown older and old, occupied,
more tired, soon i will grow out of
my longing and will resist all ways
of being together going into involution.
retiring.
maybe i love, maybe not, maybe i do but cannot say anymore.
i cannot flow out but in.
the dam was built, and it grew too high
too often too much for too long.
so, tell me, is love simple?
i love Ogro, my horse, i can say it.
i can call him, i can find a name.
i have a name. call me.
one day it will be too late.
I am tired, not unhappy, not happy.
exhausted with dams
and unshared feeling.
Life will lead 'us' where it will.
Fatalistic..still, meaningful,
it says it doesn't matter who i am
or what i wish(ed).
this can be a release.
i can love all and nobody.
i am open for wonder.
this is all.

Trust, love, found in the net

Trust is always loving, but Love is not always trusting.

Amor romântico e amor genuíno | Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo on romantic love

this is extremely difficult, isn't it.

i cannot be without attachment and affection, as i am not out of

my own way but i am  in my life. one part of me is a dog needing to be cared for.

 to give and to want goes hand in hand at times. to come out of self and really see the other one:

 i take this as a daily task for any meaningful relationship.

on "decency"

http://zenyogagurdjieff.blogspot.de/2015/04/decency-part-iii-profoundly.html


see above link. i don't share the deep Christianity in it, the "Lord", but all else.
I don't know if we are all drunkards, maybe , but not all the time.
it is a question of to find a way to self destruction at times easier than
to confront this self, dissolve attitudes and habits and desire and fear and sins (sin=acting against better knowledge) in the light of intelligence and to accept as well as to change.

easier

it is most certainly easier to love animals than humans.

i love animals but i don't opt for the easy ways.

the difference...

“The difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it."

Woody Allen

i stole this, this is the truth, and it is difficult

hide your heart?

Happy New Year

"Wenn Frösche fliegen?"

Das ist noch nicht ganz fertig,aber ich lass es so. Es ist nicht ganz, wie ich es wollte. Aber das ist vielleicht besser.

T.S.Eliot, "East Coker"

Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.


My last post from Aberdeen, today from Fraserburgh, Scotland,UK.
To give you a push forward!