“There is no safe investment. 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 not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, 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.”
This is a longtime favorite. I can still remember where I was when I first heard it. I have heard it many times since, in rereading CSL’s wonderful little book, The Four Loves, or hearing it quoted. Though heard frequently, I have never not needed to hear it. (If you will, please forgive me as I slaughter the English language.)
I have always needed prompts to love and reminders that the alternative is damnable.