No matter how close we are to another person few human relationships are as free from strife disagreement and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish - consciously or unconsciously - that we were as innocent as they are and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness the betrayals and the cruelties of this world are unknown.

You can love a person dear to you with a human love but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.

A The soul wanders in the dark until it finds love. And so wherever our love goes there we find our soul.Q It always happensA If were lucky. And if we let ourselves be blind. Q Instead of watching outA Instead of always watching out.

What if I were smiling and running into your arms Would you see then what I see now

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday the same you Ill be in love with tomorrow.

Many waters cannot quench love neither can floods drown it. What then kills love Only this Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed the bed unmade to ignore you in the mornings make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it to assume it is mine to call.

You say youre sure Sure that youre in love How can you know it You think love is so simple

She fit her head under his chin and he could feel her weight settle into him. He held her tight and words spilled out of him without prior composition. And this time he made no effort to clamp them off. He told her about the first time he had looked on the back of her neck as she sat in the church pew. Of the feeling that had never let go of him since. He talked to her of the great waste of years between then and now. A long time gone. And it was pointless he said to think how those years could have been put to better use for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and the damage done therein. For the dead and for your own lost self. But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell Inman said for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you are. All your grief hasnt changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. Youre left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not. But if you go on its knowing you carry your scars with you. Nevertheless over all those wasted years he had held in his mind the wish to kiss her on the back of her neck and now he had done it. There was a redemption of some kind he believed in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred.

Falling in love is very real but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then we met and everything changed the cynic has become the converted the sceptic an ardent zealot.

The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains rivers cities but to know someone who thinks feels with us who though distant is close to us in spirit this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.