The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image.
If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them:
We only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them…
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― Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
So you’re always honest,” I said.
“Aren’t you?”
“No,” I told him. “I’m not.”
“Well, that’s good to know, I guess.”
“I’m not saying I’m a liar,” I told him. He raised his eyebrows. “That’s not how I meant it, anyways.”
“How’d you mean it, then?”
“I just…I don’t always say what I feel.”
“Why not?”
“Because the truth sometimes hurts,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “So do lies, though.
True love is rare, and it’s the only thing that gives life real meaning
You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams
