… no woman can love a weak man hard enough to make him strong.
He loved her enough to know she was better off without him
The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them…. I destroy them.
I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him just as desperately as he was kissing me. Like if we could just love long enough and hard enough and deep enough, then the world outside would never, could never hurt us.
I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.
But I love him."
"So love him."
"But I miss him."
"So miss him. Send him love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it.
I wish I could make him understand that a loving good heart is riches enough, and that without it intellect is poverty.
Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing. I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn't. I can't help it. I just do.
You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.