We see what we want in the people we love
Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’
‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered,
‘But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.’
Stephen Crane, Complete Poems of Stephen Crane
This is not a choice, it is a disease.
Monsters aren’t born they are made.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My God, do you learn
With foxes we must play the fox.
Dr. Thomas Fuller
Love loves to love love
James Joyce, Ulysses