Dislike
One thing I dislike about people is how unaware they are of my dislike.
Labels: thought
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round 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. To love is to be vulnerable.
—C.S. Lewis
—C.S. Lewis
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
