Love cannot be measured by its duration…
Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted
I know love is dark work; you have to get your hands dirty. If you hold back, nothing interesting happens. At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you; too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?
If you never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new. Naturally, to move on is an infidelity—to others, to the past, to old notions of oneself. Perhaps every day should contain at least one essential infidelity or necessary betrayal. It would be an optimistic, hopeful act, guaranteeing belief in the future—a declaration that things can be not only different but better.
Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions.
You don’t stop loving someone just because you hate them.
How disturbing it is that our illusions are often our most important beliefs.
Falling in love was simple; one had only to yield. Digesting another person, however, and sustaining love, was bloody work, and not a soft job.
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