Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

... he felt himself to be one of them, who can live neither in the world nor out of it. They are a kind of sick people, whose desire for God makes them unsatisfactory citizens of an ordinary life, but whose strength or temperament fails them to surrender the world completely; and present-day society, with its hurried pace and its mechanical and technical structure, offers no home to these unhappy souls.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

People who boast of happy marriages are, I submit, usually self-deceivers, if not actually liars.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.