....love and desire enjoy a symbiotic relationship meaning that one cannot exist without the other. Desire is an enemy to contentment desire is illness a feverish brain. Who can be considered healthy who wants The very word want suggests a lack an impoverishment and that is what desire is an impoverishment of the brain a flaw a mistake.

Find the things that matter and hold on to them and fight for them and refuse to let them go.

Now Id rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

Who knows Maybe theyre right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure We are free to choose.We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls people who love into hate into refusal against hope and without fear.I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.

And now I know why they invented words for love why they had to Its the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy all running sharply through me at once.

I know that the whole pointthe only pointis tofind the things that matter and hold on to them and fight for them and refuse tolet them go.

Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I found me a werewolf a nasty old muttIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut.Mama Mama help me get homeIm out in the woods I am out on my own.I was stopped by a vampire a rotting old wreckIt showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck.Mama Mama put me to bedI wont make it home Im already half-dead.I met an Invalid and fell for his artHe showed me his smile and went straight for my heart.-From A Childs Walk Home Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales

I guess thats just part of loving people You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it