“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be 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 alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”–C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
I don’t have many days of freedom left.
So today I did not venture out it into the world, but spent it inside reading. And reading, and reading, and writing.
I know most of the quotes I post on this blog are either C.S. Lewis or G.K. Chesterton, but I just can’t get enough of either of them. I also know that I have quoted that quote before on this here blog. But it bears repeating. I came across it again and loved it just as much as before. Isn’t it true??