For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.
Villa on Roonstrasse, Elberfeld
…our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.
—Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons (via liquidnight)
Life is here to break your heart over and over again until you realise that heartbreak is life too, and then your heart can no longer be broken, or fixed. And you stand naked in front of life, moment by moment, knowing that whatever happens is totally okay even in the midst of perfect devastation, which, of course, is devastating perfection. This is freedom beyond the speaking of it.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
—Pablo Neruda, From Sonnet XVII, From 100 Love Sonnets
(Translated by Stephen Tapscott)
Mark Twain colorized