Through love, through friendship, a heart lives more than one life.
People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don't even notice anymore.
Are men shallow? Should we be looking for inner beauty? Ha, ha.
For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?
There's an awful lot of blood around that water is thicker than.
I would say our social relationships are relatively shallow. We are actually afraid to be intimate, with people - many people even with their wives and husbands.
He was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You were either in, or you weren't.
We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.
