To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung
and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must
give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with
hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the
casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, --safe, dark,
motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become
unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable . . . . The only place outside Heaven
where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers. . . .of love. . .is Hell.
-C. S. Lewis 1898-1963
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