A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills: to know that high initiation, she must often tread where it is hard to tread, and feel the chill air, and watch through darkness. It is not true that love makes things easy: it makes us choose what is difficult.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
thinking
Looking back, I now wonder why I ever worried about all the small stuff. It all seems so far away. Sometimes wish it could all be taken back. But every door that closes opens many more new doors. So I wait...
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