My Strongest Love - From Love In The Air
Since all types of love are catalyzed differently, each love affects us uniquely. Just like a bouquet of flowers where each bloom holds a different representation, types of love can have a similar effect. We created eight love characters to represent the types of love found in every relationship. One thing we find amazing is that you can enhance all types of love with the gift of flowers.
My Strongest Love - From Love in The Air
Ludus is a child-like and flirtatious love commonly found in the beginning stages of a relationship (a.k.a. the honeymoon stage). This type of love consists of teasing, playful motives and laughter between two people. Although common in young couples, older couples who strive for this love find a more rewarding relationship.
Love is in the air and now you know the perfect ways to express it. We hope that sharing affection brings you love in return! They say what comes around goes around, so why not gift some gorgeous flowers or a bouquet with your expression of love? Happy loving!
Radames' Nubian servant, Mereb, is a young man who has learned the tricks of survival in Egypt. While delivering Aida to the princess, Mereb recognizes her as the daughter of the Nubian king under whom he had served during his days in Nubia. She commands him to keep her identity a secret, lest the Egyptians kill her ("How I Know You"). Presented to Amneris, Aida is liked immediately, and she perceives that the Princess' love of fashion only serves as a mask of her insecurities ("My Strongest Suit"). At a banquet, Amneris and Radames learn from the Pharaoh that they are to marry in seven days, leaving the captain distraught that his days as an explorer have ended ("Fortune Favors the Brave (Reprise)"). Together, he and Aida share their dreams and regrets ("Enchantment Passing Through").
Later that night, Amneris worries about her father's illness, and finds in Aida someone who understands and encourages her ("My Strongest Suit (Reprise)"). Bursting into his fiancée's chamber, Radames steals a moment with Aida to share his growing attraction to her. Aida is taken by Mereb to the Nubian camp, where she reluctantly submits to her people's pleas to lead them ("Dance of the Robe"). When she implores Radames to help the Nubians, he opens his heart by giving his possessions to them ("Not Me") and declaring his love for Aida ("Elaborate Lives"). Unable to fight her feelings any longer, she falls into his embrace. Their bliss is interrupted by news that Radames' armies have captured Amonasro, king of Nubia and also Aida's father. Unable to comfort her, Radames leaves Aida in distress. Rallying her people, Aida assures them that Nubia will never die ("The Gods Love Nubia").
Amneris, Radames, and Aida are entangled in conflicted loyalties and emotions ("A Step Too Far"): Amneris is afraid that Radames's affection for her is waning, Radames worries his love for Aida could end his life as he knows it, and Aida fears she might be a traitor to her people as she loves Radames. Aida and Mereb bribe their way into Amonasro's prison cell, where she is reunited with her father. Mereb hatches a plan to escape with the king during the commotion of Amneris' wedding. To save her father and her nation, Aida must betray the man she loves ("Easy as Life"). Meanwhile, Zoser discovers Radames' affair and warns his son that it could cost him the throne, but Radames no longer shares his father's ambitions ("Like Father, Like Son"). After an emotional bout with his son, Zoser orders his men to find Aida and kill her.
At the Nubian camp, Aida receives a written apology from Radames for the thoughtless way he acted upon hearing of Amonasro's capture ("Radames' Letter") and for his lack of showing affection. When Egyptian soldiers arrive seeking Aida, another Nubian, Nehebka, sacrifices herself so that the princess can live. Now even more determined to leave Radames forever, Aida goes to say good-bye to him over Mereb's objections ("How I Know You (Reprise)"). Radames informs Aida that he is calling off the wedding. Aida knows that this would ruin her father's escape and tells him he must go through with it ("Written in the Stars"). Radames agrees, on condition that she escapes to freedom on a boat he will provide. The heartbroken lovers part, but Amneris has overheard their entire conversation and tries to face the fact that her upcoming marriage is a sham ("I Know the Truth").
News of Amonasro's escape disrupts Amneris' wedding. Radames learns the truth of Aida's identity when he arrives at the docks just as she is about to board his boat with her father. Although he is angry that Aida hid this from him, she says she never lied about loving him. In the ensuing chaos, Mereb is mortally wounded by Zoser, and Radames makes possible Amonasro's escape by cutting the rope tied to the dock, but Aida stays with Radames and a dying Mereb. Zoser flees, and Mereb dies in the arms of his kind master and beloved princess. Radames and Aida are then arrested for treason. At the ensuing trial, Pharaoh announces Zoser's apprehension and sentences both Aida and Radames to be buried alive. Amneris foreshadows her role as a future Pharaoh by convincing her father to let the lovers die in the same tomb, an act of mercy for two people she has come to love. Facing death, Aida looks to Radames for strength ("Elaborate Lives (Reprise)"). As they are slowly deprived of light and air ("Enchantment Passing Through (Reprise)"), Radames swears he will search through a hundred lifetimes to find her again if he has to.
Back in the contemporary museum, the spirit of Amneris reveals that as she became Pharaoh, "the lovers' deaths gave birth to a reign of peace" between Egypt and Nubia. She watches as the modern man and woman are strangely drawn to each other. They are the reincarnations of Aida and Radames, finding each other in a new beginning ("Every Story is a Love Story (Reprise)").
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The next batch of quotes we are going to share is short yet deep quotes that you can use to make her feel more loved. These one-liner quotes are very powerful and can make any girl fall in love.
All enduring love between two people, however startling or unconventional, feels unalterable, predestined, compelling, and intrinsically normal to the couple immersed in it, so I would have to say that I had an intrinsically normal life for over four decades with William Shawn, the late editor of The New Yorker. We loved each other. We remained in love with each other until the day he died, unexpectedly, on December 8, 1992. We signed off every telephone call, every casual parting, every "good night"--including that of the night before his death--with "I love you." From the first instance of his open declaration of love, Bill Shawn continued to say it and to make me feel his love. I learned to respond with the same word. "Love" isn't a word I take lightly or tire of today.
Our life together did not feel ordinary, however. Bill Shawn was incapable of engaging in the ordinary. He was incapable of imagining the ordinary, whether he was composing a passage to be incorporated into a writer's story for The New Yorker, or a gift card, or a poem, or a letter of love. He was deeply romantic, and in giving voice to his feelings in traditional ways, he managed to say "I love you" so that it sounded fresh. He was my steady collaborator, both personally, in the life we made together, and professionally, from the time I was a young writer on his magazine. Since his death, my understanding of him and my wonder at him have broadened, and I find that our feelings for each other are still having their say. They touch and affect every aspect of my work and of my actions, including the telling of this story. I see it whole. And I see it in focus.
Our apartment is located about half a mile south of the one he lives in with his wife, Cecille. They were married in 1928, the day after he turned twenty-one. By 1958, when Bill and I chose this apartment, we had already been together, in other rooms, for several years. He and I had agreed we would not keep our liaison a secret from Cecille. When Bill told her about it, they talked for weeks, and then for months, with each other--an agonizing time for both of them--and then she made her unshakable decision: she would stay in the marriage, and he would make the logistical arrangements with her that our life together called for. Now, in 1987, Bill and Cecille have three grown children, and I have a son in his last year of college to whom, since his birth, Bill has been like a devoted parent. He has never considered divorcing his wife, and I have never considered asking him to. Whatever the circumstances in his marriage, Bill not only worried about Cecille, he loved her and would go on loving her, but he felt driven to make his life with me, and I have never doubted that this place has been our home.
Since we no longer have an office at The New Yorker to go to, we are spending a good deal of time together alone in the apartment. We have tried working in a nearby library and in a friend's office, but mostly we like being at home, which looks much the same as it has for years. Bill has always decorated our rooms, and I defer to him completely in matters of taste. Our first piece of furniture, a Danish teakwood rocking chair, is in this living room, which is large, sunny, bright, and simple, with picture windows at one end. We are looking out at a clear sky of pale blue, the color he loved. A beige-silk-upholstered sofa is against a wall, with lamps beside it.
On the shelves are a few elegant items: an antique Chinese vase of a light shade of blue matching the color of Bill's eyes (he brought it back from a quick trip to Chicago, his hometown); a French porcelain teapot circa 1800 (one of his rare extravagances). A round dining table, covered with a white lacy cloth, is set with an English floral teapot and matching cups and saucers. Bill has always loved observing the custom of afternoon tea. Delicate Italian chairs of cherry wood and cane are at the table. The table's centerpiece is a basket of pale yellow tea roses, which Bill sends over regularly. Thirty-seven years earlier, he gave me similar flowers in a similar basket for the first time, saying that he wanted to call our friendship by its right name: love. 041b061a72