I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart’s desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.
~ Mrs. George Cran, The Garden of Ignorance, 1913
Love is not to be cultivated. Love cannot be divided into divine and physical; it is only love — not that you love many or the one. That again is an absurd question to ask: ‘Do you love all?’ You know, a flower that has perfume is not concerned who comes to smell it, or who turns his back upon it. So is love. Love is not a memory. Love is not a thing of the mind or the intellect. But it comes into being naturally as compassion, when this whole problem of existence — as fear, greed, envy, depair, hope — has been understood and resolved.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti