To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal …
Lock it up safe in the coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket … it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable …
The only place outside Heaven where you can be perectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
When did he write this? (After his wife died?)
That’s my favorite C.S. quote.
I have no idea, Amber. Someone gave me this quote a while ago and it’s my favorite. Fay, do you know when he wrote this?
I think it came from his book, The Four Loves
Thanks Michael! Haven’t read that one yet but now I have to.