It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.
I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.
Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.
We must relearn to be alone.
people talk about 'sex' as though it hopped about by itself, like a frog!
People don't want to be understood - I mean not completely. It's too destructive. Then they haven't anything left. They don't want complete sympathy or complete understanding. They want to be treated carelessly and taken for granted lots of times.