What a lovely month: groundhogs, presidents, and valentines. In honor of the latter, here is a thought I liked from a book I've never read--
The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes itself. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn't that be the way to make love stay? --from Still Life With Woodpecker, by Tom Robbins
2 comments:
Great thought. Thanks.
True that
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