Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can’t touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep.
May 22 2012
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Andrew Sean Greer, The Story of a Marriage (via helplesslyamazed)
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Since when has love ever looked for reasons, or evidence? Why would love bow to the reality of things, when it creates a reality of its own, so much more vivid, wherein everything resonates to the key of the heart?
May 22 2012
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Paul Murray, Skippy Dies (via helplesslyamazed)
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It’s not about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
We all can be only who we are, no more, no less.
May 22 2012
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Terry Goodkind (Stone of Tears)
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