Even after all this time

the sun never says 

to the earth

"you owe me."

look what happens

with a love like that,

it lights

the whole sky.

Hafiz.

Photo from here

Why, young friend, do you say that happiness doesn't exist?

That love is only an illusion? If true, why say it? And why say it, since it is true?

Long ago, you loved a gracious and beautiful woman who lived on the other side of the oceans and mountains. And you suffered from it.

Well, in that distant Orient where she hoped to share memorable moments with you, she remains gracious and beautiful. Head lowered and smiling, she is waiting for you. And every time my eyes meet hers. I know that love causes madness and happiness.

- One eyed Paritus, in his "Message to a Student Who Is Frightened of Becoming Old"

(Photograph from the Electric)

Love is like a tree

it shoots of itself; it strikes its roots deeply into our whole being, and frequently continues to put forth green leaves over a heart in ruins. And there is this unaccountable circumstance attending it, that the blinder the passion the more tenacious it is. Never is it stronger than when it is most unreasonable.

Victor Hugo. The Hunchback of Notre-Dame.

Some may say

that such a girl is not ready for a relationship with a man, especially a man in his late sixties. But to that I say: We don't know anything. We don't know how to cure a cold or what dogs are thinking. We do terrible things, we make wars, we kill people out of greed. So who are we to say how to love. I wouldn't force her. I wouldn't have to. She would want me. We would be in love. What do you know. You don't know anything. Call me when you've cured AIDS, give me a ring then and I'll listen.

Miranda July. No One Belongs Here More Than You.

spending valentines with bert

“Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.”

Bertrand Russell.