Monday, April 25, 2005

Love...

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell." --C.S. Lewis in his book, The Four Loves

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Always there will remain a portion of our heart into which no one is able to enter invite them as we may....

....love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

...the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances.

to be in love...
I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be in love is a wonderful thing.

...you may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try.

If you have made mistakes... there is always another chance for you... you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down.

We can only learn to love, by loving. If you don't risk anything, you risk even more.