There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
posted by Guojun at 6:07:00 pm
To love is to be vunerable. Love anything, and your heart will definitely be wrung and possibly 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 not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenettable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of Love is Hell.
3 Comments:
Ah sir,
not the first time rite in your hse liao.. be careful.. must be win money that's y..
wah! ouch! for the car that is...
there is this thing with new cars, no matter how careful u r with it, sure will kena bang or scratch. it happened to me when i first got my new kancil. it is so small and yet... when i change to an old junk, none of the above happened.
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