“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 become
unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at
least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only safe place outside Heaven
where you can be perfectly safe from all the perturbations of love is Hell.”
(C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves)
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