Sunday, August 30, 2009

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.


Or as I like to put it, flowery words mean nothing without like character to back them up.


Dani said...

so true!

Char said...

so very true - romance is not always love. love can be the picking up of clothes, remembering to take out the garbage, etc.

erin said...

i agree,so many speak with empty words...pretty flowers today and i love the kitty in the sheers from your last post!