It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.
In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.
I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials.
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.
How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncertainty with codes of behavior and meaningless busyness.
Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real you.