Hunger, a poet once said, is the most important thing we know the first lesson we learn. But hunger can be easily quieted down, easily satiated. There is another force, a different type of hunger, an unquenchable thirst that cannot be extinguished. It’s very existence is what defines us, what makes us human. That force is love.
Love, you see, is the one force that cannot be explained, cannot be broken down into a chemical process. It is the beacon that guides us back home when no one is there, and the light that illuminates our loss. It’s absence robs us of all pleasure, of our capacity for joy. It makes out nights darker and our days gloomier. But when we find love no matter how wrong, how sad, or how terrible, we cling to it. It gives us our strength. It holds us upright. It feeds on us, and we feed on it.
Love is our grace. Love is our downfall.
this is so powerful
Bless them and their beautiful spirits
She was the love of my life.
quem é você pra me chamar aqui se nada aconteceu? me diz: foi só amor ou medo de medo de ficar sozinho outra vez? cadê aquela outra mulher? você me parecia tão bem!
não há porque chorar por um amor que já morreu …