“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anaïs Nin
This is certainly my favorite quote , not because it means the death of love ( for the spouse ) but the process it goes through for anything u have lived or have breathed for .
I sit . I sip tea and think about the last few days, months and moments of him . I thought he was going or had gone with a note left behind but then like me ; he too doesn't have the heart to say that he has to go ,for the future of his financial successes .
I will let him go. He needs to . I'm the obstruction who stands here . I will go.
I will banish him from my mind , his memories , his promises to my smiles ; everything that I breathed into for the last 4 - 5 years because there is no cure for the apathy of human beings ; not for me at-least...
I will put this exile into the place where it's neither indifference nor despair ; it's in-between everything . I will live in the other half of death ; indifference for desire is the half of life and indifference is the half of death . I will fight , till I breath and even after that because I have to , I will do this for him .
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe 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. To love is to be vulnerable."
— C.S. Lewis (The Four Loves)
― Anaïs Nin
This is certainly my favorite quote , not because it means the death of love ( for the spouse ) but the process it goes through for anything u have lived or have breathed for .
I sit . I sip tea and think about the last few days, months and moments of him . I thought he was going or had gone with a note left behind but then like me ; he too doesn't have the heart to say that he has to go ,for the future of his financial successes .
I will let him go. He needs to . I'm the obstruction who stands here . I will go.
I will banish him from my mind , his memories , his promises to my smiles ; everything that I breathed into for the last 4 - 5 years because there is no cure for the apathy of human beings ; not for me at-least...
I will put this exile into the place where it's neither indifference nor despair ; it's in-between everything . I will live in the other half of death ; indifference for desire is the half of life and indifference is the half of death . I will fight , till I breath and even after that because I have to , I will do this for him .
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe 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. To love is to be vulnerable."
— C.S. Lewis (The Four Loves)
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