love

    Cards (8)

    • It’s lack of love you die from
    • no toeholds for love. we are two-legged wombs, thats all; sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices
    • I said I was in love. She said that was no excuse. Moira was always more rational than I am.
    • I have no rose  to toss, he has no lute. But it’s the same kind of hunger.
    • It was the central thing; it was the way you understood yourself; if it never happened to you, not ever, you would be like a mutant, a creature from outer space.
    • love, like Heaven, was always just around the corner
    • to keep the core of yourself out of reach, enclosed, protected.
    • All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate