An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.
Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.
We''ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can''t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it''s going to get on by itself. You''ve got to keep watering it. You''ve got to really look after it and nurture it.
Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.
Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.
What''s terrible is to pretend that the second-rate is first-rate, that you don''t need love when you do or that you like your work when you know quite well you''re capable of better.