Short Speech About Love Novels & Stories

“I was recently reminded of the notion it was better to love and be loved than to have never loved at all—even if it was only for a brief time.” I nodded my head. “I guess that is very true.”

She turned to face Rajeev, holding his hands steadily. "True love is timeless and universal. randomly, in a beat, in one hammering, brilliant second. When I first saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you understood. As tightly connected to you as it is to its better half, my friend, is my soul. More than I can ever express, I adore you. Love is a metaphor for eternity since it eliminates all memories of a beginning and all dread of an end. It confounds all concepts of time. I beg you, let's wed." Rajeev wanted to answer "yes," but he hesitated after considering the sage's advice.

In shorter words is also a deep, tender feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship or a sense of oneness. We all get at least three epic loves, or at least study shows that we do, the first love; childhood love. The all-consuming puppy love, The guy that was the first everything, the first crush, the first few butterflies, the first few blushes, the first few quickly things we do when we're too nervous to interact with someone because you're feeling something bigger than yourself the love that we think lasts forever — but eventually we grow apart we move on.

From the cradle to the grave, Love's in everyone. Love burns like a candle That sometimes flickers but never dies. Love may be invisible, Although it's right before your eyes, Love can leave you empty, Love can make you whole. Love can make or break you, Love is in your soul. Love is in your heart, Love is in your mind. Love doesn't discriminate, Love is always blind. ....

I answered and she shook her head. “But I love you,” She said and I smiled and then I laughed. Maybe she didn’t know what she said. Love is just four letters but it can kill a person. It is dangerous, it is poisonous. “You will not remember my face, my name, and even your love for me” I added like what happened right now and she shook her head again.

I was feeling very proud of myself at that moment for coming up with the perfect lie. “Silly girl…” there she goes again, shattering my illusion of lies. “Love doesn’t need to be communicated before it’s felt. You can’t hide love and there are several ways to express it…perhaps time has changed and this is how young people express themselves these days.” She mutters the last part under her breath but I heard it.

She asked out of the blue turning to my side. "I mean how would you describe love in words" looking straight she resumed walking. "Love.... Hmm.... For me, love is not in words, it is in feelings. It is a powerful emotion that attracts two people to each other. It is not necessary that only when you are expressing your love in words then only you are in love. If your love is true then it would be felt by another person even without expressing it" She stopped and turned her face to look at me. "How so?"

So she walked fast towards the entrance but seeing them, her anger vanished into thin air. "Zindagi Choti Hai Sath Bitane Ke Liye" Sid commented having a dol in his hand. (Life is short to stay together) "Waqt Kaam Hai Pyar Jatane Ky Liye" Arjun added as he came towards the center of the hall. (Time is less to express our love) "Bas Tu Pas Aa Ja. Mai Bekarar Hu…Tuje Gale Se Lagane Ke Liye." Both Sid and Arjun opened their arms as if they are ready to hug their love

Aahil glared at Aadil for being a drama queen. “Okay. You all go against me after getting Inayat. Fine." Weeping his invisible tears he said and Inayat chuckled at his action. It was the first time she found him cute. "So according to your first question. What is Love? Right. So LOVE Is an intense feeling of deep affection." He said and everyone clapped. "And for the second one." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and started. "Words have no importance in love. There is no voice of the emotions of the heart. Eyes tell the story of the heart. Love does not need words.”

“I only need to tell the truth.” Returning to the desk, he began to shape the speech’s closing. “As you leave these halls, remember this: Love is not always thunder. Sometimes it is chalk dust clinging to your sleeves. Sometimes it is the teacher who stays late to help you understand. Sometimes it is the principal who fights battles you never see. Love is education, and education is love. Let it guide you, let it protect you, and let it remind you, always, that you were never alone.” The pen slipped from his fingers. His eyes blurred with tears.