Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even 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. To love is to be vulnerable.
C. S. Lewis
English essayist & juvenile novelist (1898 - 1963)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A person reveals his character by nothing so clearly as the joke he resents.
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
(1742 - 1799)
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
(1742 - 1799)
Sunday, July 15, 2007
I am Alone
My thoughts are my own
the lovely glittering truths
of intellect cannot save me
from my pain.
- Athena Cruz
My thoughts are my own
the lovely glittering truths
of intellect cannot save me
from my pain.
- Athena Cruz
Labels:
Knowledge,
Mind,
Sanity,
Tranquillity
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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