Tuesday, July 1, 2008
"I confessed my love for her, and with a burning pain in my heart I realized how unnecessary, how petty, and how deceptive all that had hindered us from loving was. I understood that when you love you must either, in your judgments about that love, start from what is highest, from what is more important than happiness or unhappiness, sin or virtue in their accepted meaning, or you must not judge at all.
"I kissed her for the last time, pressed her hand, and we parted forever. The train was already in motion."
- from "On Love"