What had he said to me that first day? Something about natural chemistry. He claimed he’d noticed it right from the start, and maybe it was an explanation, of sorts, of why we kept coming together, again and again.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Intimacy is a four syllable word for, “Here is my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger.” It’s both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without.
We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.
quote-book:
“The only remedy for love is to love more.” (Henry David Thoreau)
Somewhere weakness is our strength.
I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I’m alone, inside the world of the story. My favourite feeling in the world.
But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.
