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SIGNS author of LINDA GOODMAN'S SUN SIGNS
NEWSWEEK Blockbuster ASTROLOGY " T h i s is a h e f t y g u i d e to s t a r - c r o s s e d l o v i n g . . . .
Each p o s s i b l e c o m b i n a t i o n o f s i g n s i s e x p l o r e d i n g e n e r a l
and t h e n in d e t a i l . "
World Can a Gemini man find happiness with a Virgo
woman? Will it be smooth sailing or perpetual fireworks for the Scorpio female and the Libra male?
Linda Goodman's Love Signs offers compelling insight
and advice for every zodiac sign - and the compatibility
of each with all eleven others. Lively, entertaining, and
informative, this book will help you better understand your mate and your
From your finances to your lover's secret hopes, from your quirky
habits to what you'll fight about, from avoiding war to making peace, this
book will tell you what to expect and what to look out for. Whether
you're embarking on a first date or are seriously involved, Linda Goodman's Love Signs will help you open up the lines of communication and
unlock the power of your relationship. "What seems to set Goodman's books apart from other stargazing
guides is their knowledgeable approach and comprehensive reach."
- Newsweek L INDA GOODMAN was a world-renowned astrologer and the aut
Linda Goodman's Sun Signs, Linda Goodman's Star Signs, Linda Goodman '$
Relationship Signs, and Venus Trines at Midnight, a collection of astrological
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Cover design © 1999 by Susan Shapiro
Cover illustration courtesy of Christies Images Ltd., 1999 In LOVE SIGNS, Linda Goodman offers a fascinating
and startlingly perceptive exploration of the seventy-eight
sun sign combinations, and invaluable, insightful clues to
unlocking the Twelve Mysteries of Love.
Each sun sign is also a love sign, for each sign has its own
way of expressing and experiencing love. The Twelve Mysteries of Love are the wondrous ways in which the heart is
influenced by the stars. Aries, as the first sign, is represented in love by the infant - gentle, trusting, affectionate,
and innocent. Then Taurus, the baby. And on through
Virgo, the adult. The last six signs are the stages of adult
love - Libra represents the balance and harmony of marriage. Scorpio, sexual passion. Then on through Pisces,
which is the sign of acceptance in love. LINDA GOODMAN'S LOVE SIGNS
is far more than a cross-referencing of which signs you
should seek out and which you should avoid in forming a
friendship or making a love match. This compelling book
explains in penetrating detail why some signs can be good
lovers for you, and why others might be better as friends.
This is certainly an important book for anyone interested
in astrology. But it is also for the student of the human
heart. Those of us who love, and have loved, and will love. Look Up a Lover Before You Leap and Find Out If You A r e . . .
SAGITTARIUS, you will immediately be drawn to
A LEO man, you will always squabble about money
with a Capricorn woman.
A GEMINI involved with an Aquarius, you are unhappy when things run too smoothly.
A CAPRICORN man, you may resent a Pisces
woman's desire to pursue a career.
A TAURUS, you will love or hate Scorpios, nothing
A CANCER woman, you can make a Gemini man
remember the things that really matter. If That "Right" Person Is Really Right for You! If You Are...
A VIRGO woman, you will have to watch your Sagittarius man's spending habits.
AQUARIUS, you tend to put off Scorpios with your
flaky ways, but they couldn't be more wrong.
An ARIES woman, your Aries man will always try
to convince you that he's smarter than you.
LIBRA, you will have to call on your great charm
and tact to put up with Scorpio's dark moods.
A SCORPIO woman, you will expect the Sagittarius
man to pay for his sins.
A PISCES woman who falls in love with an Aries
man will find the stars shining brightly for her. Other Books by Linda Goodman
LINDA GOODMAN'S SUN SIGNS
VENUS TRINES AT MIDNIGHT Linda Goodman's
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after years of many inexplicable delays, over which the
author in no way had any control... and through Karma's
strange pattern of destiny
was completed in the summer of 1978 in the same haunted
room where it was begun in the winter of 1970
The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel
on Hollywood Boulevard
in Los Angeles, the city of "Lost Angels"
the room in which the author's forthcoming book
about reincarnation and other magics
was also conceived . . . and was born . . . beneath the
light of the "small white cross, planted on the far
hill, behind Grauman's Chinese Theatre" " . . . . . and the light shineth
in the darkness, and the darkness
comprehendeth it not
JOHN 1:5 The verses beginning each section of the text have been taken
from the work of J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan.
The occasional verses throughout the chapters are
quoted from Venus Trines at Midnight by Linda Goodman,
republished by Harper & Row in 1979. This book was lovingly protected
by Kathleen Hyde
of H. & R. with Everlasting Love
I dedicate this
and all my future books
to "my sneaky guru"
who has patiently, throughout all incarnations, guided
my creative efforts and spiritual enlightenment with
the infinite gentleness and wisdom of a Master Avatar;
and who has been . . . is now and ever shall be . . .
responsible for all my miracles . . . every single one
of them manifested only through his faith.
"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for
thereby some have entertained angels, unawares."
HEBREWS 13:2 "My children, errors will be forgiven. In our obsession
with original sin, we do often forget. . . original innocence."
POPE INNOCENT, OF ASSISI 15th Century A.D. a special acknowledgment
to the patient Bull
Sam O. Goodman
without whose steady loyalty and devotion I would not
have been able to write this or any other book
Sarah Elizabeth Snyder, the Archer
William Dana Snyder, the Water Bearer
Jill Kemery Goodman, the Goat
Michael Aaron Goodman, the Eagle
my children . . . who have taught me, over the years,
many lessons of love . . . from the multi-faceted
viewpoints of Sagittarius, Aquarius, Capricorn and Scorpio
and the three Lions
Robert S. Kemery Roland H. Chinatti
Robert A. Brewer my heartfelt thanks to
the three Wise Men
Morton L. Janklow Arthur Klebanoff Jerome Traum who symbolically parted the Red Sea so that this book
could be published, very much in the manner of Moses,
using the effective combination of ancient alchemy,
courage, professional brilliance . . .
and Aaron's rod also to . . . Buz Wyeth and Erwin Glikes
who have restored my faith in the integrity
of the publishing profession through their
personal honor and idealism for Marc Salinger
who will understand my coded message to him
of the power of the magic roses he and I
carried to St. Patrick's through the rain one
April morning in New York... when he reads
this . . . wherever he is
" . . . words, Bernardo . . . words. There was
a time when I believed in words . . . " Christmas Eve, 1977 a carousel message to Sally
There is so much to say, and no way to say it, no way to tell you. Maybe if I try
to say some of it here, then somehow, someway, you may read it.
You must have guessed I couldn't complete this book until I found you and
we bear-hugged again. But now it seems the only way to make the miracle of
you manifest is to finish it, so it can be published in time for your next birthday,
by Christmas of 1978 . . . for so many reasons I can't fully explain until we're together. And so, I'm going to begin tonight, while it's magical and still and holy,
to complete Love Signs - for you. Because Aaron said, before he went away . . .
that you would want me to, that it would help so many people . . . and that it
would bring you back sooner.
Your horoscope . . . and my h e a r t . . . both insisted that what I was told on
that terrible December day in 1973 was a lie. As soon as I heard, Michael and I
flew to New York to prove it a lie. It was a very lonely faith. At first, everyone
but Mike and Aaron thought my judgment had been prejudiced by grief. I could
see it in their eyes when they looked at me. But I went right on believing anyway.
None of the official "records" seemed real to me. They seemed like the
dream, not you. Only what I knew inside was real; so I clung to that, no matter
what anyone tried to make me believe. Every day, for the longest time, Mike
and Jill and I walked over to St. Patrick's and said a prayer near the statue of
Francis of Assisi, just outside the church, among the trees. Once, we left some
roses there, and when we went back the next morning, they had miraclized, like
the ones I gave you that time . . . remember?
After a while, I proved it wasn't true. I proved it medically and scientifically. My faith was rewarded, the way I used to tell you that faith always is - if
you believe long enough and hard enough. Ray Neff and his wife, Gus, who
worked with me on the Lincoln research, helped me a lot with the proof I needed. So did Cleve Backster and Padre Anselmo, of the Benedictine Order - in an
unusual way I'll tell you about someday. But even proving astrology and my
heart had been right all along didn't help me to find you. Maybe completing
this book will do that, in some mysterious way.
I can't forget that the next-to-the-last-time I saw you - you were with
Marc. Because of astrology's wisdom (and for other reasons too) I believe that
was the symbol of an unexpected twin-joy ending to temporary shadows and
confusion. For things are not always what they seem, and people are sometimes
too willing to believe whatever they are told. Time will tell. Faith bestows awesome miracles upon the faithful. This I know.
I thought maybe I could let you know the way it is with me . . . with Dad
and Dadoo and Bill and Mike and Jill and Grandma G....with all of us . . . by
sending you a message through some paragraphs from Peter Pan, with slight
changes to fit this reality. So I'm using James Barrie's words to try to express
what we feel. They begin on the next page.
There's just this one more thing I wanted to tell you. Over and over since
you disappeared, I keep dreaming the same dream. About the time I ran away
when I was a little girl... to St. Raphael's convent on Thirteenth Street, in Par- kersburg. The music . . . the incense . . . the whispering sisters . . . the scent of
pine and the manger scene . . . the flickering candles . . . all seem so real in my
dream. Isn't that strange?
all my love, with all my heart
Mom F o r Sally . . . who, as Sarah Stratton, won the Best
Actress award from the American
Academy of Dramatic Arts, presented
by Richard Rodgers and Helen Hayes
in the spring of 1973 - and who
disappeared on December 10th, 1973
to make her smile
with sincere apologies
for taking some liberties with
the great classic of James M. Barrie,
for such a very special and loving cause
. . . and now we must return to that desolate home from which she took flight, so
long ago. It seems a shame to have neglected her family all this time; yet we
may be sure that Sally's mother and father do not blame us. If we had returned
sooner to look at them with sorrowful sympathy, they would probably have
cried, "Don't be silly! What do we matter? Do go back, and keep an eye on
Sally." So long as mothers and fathers are like that, children will take advantage
of them, and you may lay to that.
Even now, we are no more than servants. Why on earth should Sally's bed
be properly aired, seeing that she left home in such a thankless hurry? Would
it not serve her jolly well right if she came back and found that her family was
spending the weekend in the country? It would indeed be a moral lesson all
children need. But if we contrived things this way, Sally's mother and father,
her grandfather and grandma, her brothers and her sister, would never forgive
One thing I would like to do immensely, and that is to tell Sally's mother, in
the way authors have, that her child is coming back, that indeed she will be here
on Thursday week. That would spoil completely the surprise to which the angels and druids and Sally herself are so looking forward. They've all of them
been planning it: her mother's rapture, her Dad's shout of joy, Bill's and Jill's
and Michael's leap through the air to embrace her first, when what all of them
should be preparing for is a good hiding. How delicious to spoil it, by breaking
the news ahead of time, so that, when she enters grandly, her mother may not
even offer her her mouth, and her Dad may exclaim pettishly, "Dash it all,
here's that pesky girl again!" However, we are beginning to know Sally's family
by this time, and we may be sure that we would get no thanks, even for this.
They would quite likely upbraid us, for depriving the angels and druids .. and
Sally herself.. of their pleasure.
"But my dear Madam, it is only ten days till Thursday week, near Easter ..
or is it Thanksgiving? . . . so that, by telling you what's what, we can save you
days of unhappiness."
"Yes, but at what a cost! By depriving the angels and druids and Sally of
ten minutes of delight."
You see, the woman has no proper spirit. I had meant to say extraordinarily nice things about Sally's mother, but now I despise her, and not one of them
will I say. She does not need to be told to have things ready, for she already has
them ready. Sally's bed is aired, and she seldom leaves the house, and observe,
the window is even left open for her. For all the use we are to Sally's mother, we
might go back to our own galaxy. However, as we are here, we may as well stay and look on. That is all we are, lookers-on. Nobody really wants us. So let us
watch, and say jaggy things.
Sally's dad is now living in Heathcliffe's old doghouse. When his daughter
flew away, he felt in his bones that all the blame was his, that everyone had been
wiser than he. Of course, he is a simple man, and extremely stubborn. He has a
noble sense of justice and the courage to do what seems right to him; and having
thought the matter out with anxious care after Sally's flight, he went down on
all fours and crawled into Heathcliffe's kennel, which is where he has stayed and remains to this day. To all invitations to come out, he answers, so sadly, but
very firmly, "No. This is the place for me." Each night, when he returns from
work, he crawls back into his kennel.
Let us look again at Sally's mother, a very sad-eyed woman. Now that we
look at her more closely and remember the gaiety of the old days, all gone now,
just because she has lost her babe, I find I won't be able to say nasty things
about her after all. If she is too fond of her rubbishy children, she can't help it.
Look at her in her chair, where she has fallen asleep. The corner of her mouth,
where one looks first, the corner Sally always kissed, is almost withered up. Her
hand moves restlessly on her breast, as if she had a pain there.
Suppose, to make her happy, we whisper to her in her sleep that her child is
coming back. She is really within two miles of the window now, and flying
strong, but all we need whisper is that she is on her way. Let's!
It is a pity we did it, for she has started up, calling Sally's name, and there is
no one in the room but Heathcliffe.
"Oh, Heathcliffe, I dreamt my Sally had come back!"
All the dog could do was to put his paw gently on his mistress's lap, and
they sat there thus for the longest time.
When Thursday week came, Sally at first planned to tiptoe in and place her
hands over her mother's eyes. But then she realized that she must break the
joyous news more gently. For great joy is akin to great sorrow, and can be quite
dangerous to the heart. She finally decided to just slip into her bed, and be
there when they all came in next morning, just as if she had never been away.
And so, when mother and father and Bill and Jill and Michael came in next
morning, they saw Sally there, sleeping like a princess in a faerie tale. She waited for their cry of joy, but it did not come. They saw her, but they did not believe she was there. You see, they had seen her there so often, in their dreams,
that they all thought this was just the old dream, hanging around them still. Sally did not understand this, and a cold fear fell upon her.
"Mom! Dad! Bill! Jill! Michael! Don't you know me?"
"That's Sally!" cried her mother, even though she was sure it was only the
At last, the truth of the miracle exploded within them, and there could not
have been a lovelier sight on earth. There was no one to see it but a few straggling angels and druids who had stayed behind to watch... and a strange man
peeking through the window, the one who had brought it all about. He had ecstasies innumerable that we can never know; yet he was looking through the
window at the one joy he could not join. But they all knew he was there. Michael was certain he saw him grinning, and Jill thought she saw a copy of The
New York Times tucked under his arm. Oh! the bliss of that moment.. the reunion! There are really no words to
describe it, at least none yet taught on this planet, but I am told, on good authority, that every single person in the room levitated .. that is, they all found
they could fly. And they flew about the room for many, many days. Later, they
knew it had all truly happened, for they found, out on the street, beneath the
window, a tattered and torn copy of the Times, with very small letters printed in
ink at the very top of the page . . . the initials A.G. Before LOVE SIGNS Drawing by Handelsman: © 1978 The New Yorker Magazine, Inc. After LOVE SIGNS Contents
Love S i g n s - W h y It Was Written, xxii
To A l l My Readers, 1
Foreword, 2 THE TWELVE MYSTERIES OF LOVE
T h e T w e l v e I n i t i a t i o n s of Love, 13; Aries, 18; Taurus, 19;
G e m i n i , 20; Cancer, 21; Leo, 22; V i r g o , 23; Libra, 24; Scorpio, 25
Sagittarius, 26; Capricorn, 27; Aquarius, 29; Pisces, 30 YOUR SUN SIGN, 33
THE LOVE SIGN COMBINATIONS
Aries-Aries, 38 Taurus-Taurus, 168 Gemini-Gem...
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