A Quote by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Love grows by service. — © Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Love grows by service.
Every day my love for you grows higher, deeper, wider, stronger... It grows and grows until it touches the tip of where you are and comes back to me in the loving memory of you, and my heart melts with that love and grows even more.
Your heart grows by giving out, but your mind grows by taking in; and both are necessary to a happy and balanced life of service.
Growth of the soul is our goal, and there are many ways to encourage that growth, such as through love, nature, healing our wounds, forgiveness, and service. The soul grows well when giving and receiving love. I nourish my soul daily by loving others and being vulnerable to their love. Love is, after all, a verb, an action word, not a noun.
So many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the knowing that grows and love simply expands to contain it.
Serviceis love in action, love "made flesh"; service is the body, the incarnation of love. Love is the impetus, service the act, and creativity the result with many by-products.
My hair grows and grows; you cannot stop it - that fellow grows, it grows wild.
One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.
Unlimited inner strength can only be awakened when it is in the service of Love....When we align ourselves with that love and act in service of that love, anything is possible.
Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.
The ego is exploitation; love is service. And the service that flows from love, freely and spontaneously, is non-violence.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Beauty grows in you to the extent that love grows, because charity itself is the soul's beauty.
Our love grows soft if it is not strengthened by truth, and our truth grows hard if it is not softened by love.
Apart from the positive woes of perdition, an eternity of wretchedness grows from the want of love to Christ as naturally as the oak grows from the acorn, or the harvest from the scattered grain. It is not that love to Christ merits heaven; it does far better, it makes heaven. It is, as it were, the organ of sensation that takes note of heaven's blessedness.
Your persistent longing is your persistent voice. But when love grows cold, the heart grows silent. Burning love is the outcry of the heart! If you are filled with longing all the time, you will keep crying out, and if your love perseveres, your cry will be heard without fail.
It's the most exciting thing to watch God work when I've asked him about something, to listen to him and watch him work. It's like this friendship, and it just grows and grows and grows and grows.
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