All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
Lighthouses to go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.
– Anne Lamott
And I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
Nature abhors a vacuum.
“…The man who has no love for anyone now suffers in its grasp.”
“They don’t love. They play. They’re big, cruel children and they want shiny new toys. You’re shiny and new. He’s playing you.”
I’d found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unravelling, an unsubstantial thread, sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.