Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life that is how relative time is.

I close my eyes thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

Had I been in love I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity not love has been my folly.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday the same you Ill be in love with tomorrow.

You say youre sure Sure that youre in love How can you know it You think love is so simple

She fit her head under his chin and he could feel her weight settle into him. He held her tight and words spilled out of him without prior composition. And this time he made no effort to clamp them off. He told her about the first time he had looked on the back of her neck as she sat in the church pew. Of the feeling that had never let go of him since. He talked to her of the great waste of years between then and now. A long time gone. And it was pointless he said to think how those years could have been put to better use for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and the damage done therein. For the dead and for your own lost self. But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell Inman said for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you are. All your grief hasnt changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. Youre left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not. But if you go on its knowing you carry your scars with you. Nevertheless over all those wasted years he had held in his mind the wish to kiss her on the back of her neck and now he had done it. There was a redemption of some kind he believed in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred.

The acceptance of oneself is the essence of the whole moral problem and the epitome of a whole outlook on life. That I feed the hungry that I forgive an insult that I love my enemy in the name of Christ -- all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I do unto the least of my brethren that I do unto Christ. But what if I should discover that the least among them all the poorest of all the beggars the most impudent of all the offenders the very enemy himself -- that these are within me and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness -- that I myself am the enemy who must be loved -- what then As a rule the Christians attitude is then reversed there is no longer any question of love or long-suffering we say to the brother within us Raca and condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide it from the world we refuse to admit ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves.

Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts. Dont put up with people who are reckless with yours.

In itself homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man either a human being without feeling fear restraint or obligation.

It has made me better loving you... it has made me wiser and easier and brighter. I used to want a great many things before and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger of desire. Now I really am satisfied because I cant think of anything better. Its just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life and finding nothing to reward me for my pains but now that I can read it properly I see that its a delightful story.