"It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more."
- Love Poem by Richard Brautigan
or this...
"Many years ago, he had taken the passion he felt for Susan and folded it in half, so he no longer had a drowning, helpless feeling when he glimpsed her beside him in bed: her ropy arms and soft, generous ass. Then he’d folded it in half again, so when he felt desire for Susan, it no longer brought with it an edgy terror of never being satisfied. Then in half again, so that feeling desire entailed no immediate need to act. Then in half again, so he hardly felt it. His desire was so small in the end that Ted could slip it inside his desk or a pocket and forget about it, and this gave him a feeling of safety and accomplishment, of having dismantled a perilous apparatus that might have crushed them both."
- A Visit From The Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan
...that keeps me up at night.
I don't want to live a lie because of a lack of courage or let fear eat away at my capacity to love or be loved. Damn Frankie D. for being right on the money when he said, "There is nothing to fear but fear itself." Please bear witness: I'm aiming for present, vulnerable, self-aware, and honest. If I can truly make my peace with fear, it will probably grow bored and decamp, right?
So, here's a poultice for those ragged wounds inflicted by fear...
"You're gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the gift of confidence. Either that or a scented candle."
- One Day by David Nicholls
(click on pic for god-love music)
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