This paradox of love, has been on my mind since I made the last post. It seems at times love can come and flourish from nothing, and yet love can be like a delicate rose. A living entity that must have attention and nourishment to grow an survive.
I found a new love, though she has been dead for over 85 years, she reminds me a little of Sarah. I mixed in some of her quotes below, see if you can guess who she is.
I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope I can ask you to share my future pluses. I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing. The more you are motivated by love, the more fearless and free your actions will be. Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinion of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth
The paradox of love, i.e., The more love you want to experience, the more love you must give away. We all seek love; we all want to be loved. And yet love can only be ours if we give it to others. The more we give, the greater is the return. Trying to control or possess love is like trying to hold onto a sunbeam. It cannot be done
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools. With mushrooms it is so simple — you salt them well, put them aside and have patience. But with love, you have no sooner lighted on anything that bears even the remotest resemblance to it than you are perfectly certain it is not only a genuine specimen, but perhaps the only genuine mushroom ungathered.
"Love and Mushrooms," journal entry (1917),
There is nothing in this world like the feeling of knowing without a doubt, that somebody loves you!