There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.
Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.
When was the last time anyone ever told you how important you are?
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Be glad. Be good. Be brave.
For fear you will be alone
you do so many things
that aren’t you at all.