To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything, and your heat will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change.  It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.  The alternative to tragedy, or at least the risk of tragedy is damnation.  The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is hell.

- Clive Lewis

To piggy back my last post from Rob Bell’s, Sex God, I remembered stumbling across this quote a few months back.  I think both posts speak truthfully, honestly, beautifully and open about love.  Just wanted to share this as well.

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