Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either,
for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.
To love another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection, it is a magnificent task. . .tremendous and foolish and human.
Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.