My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.
Interpretation
This quote expresses deep gratitude for the special, shared moments in a relationship that feel infinite.
In this quote, Hazel Lancaster reflects on the significance of the moments she shares with her loved one, emphasizing that these experiences, although seemingly small, are profoundly cherished and create a sense of endlessness in their love. The term 'little infinity' captures the idea that love is not about grand gestures, but rather the precious and intimate time spent together, which makes their bond feel limitless.
In practice
This quote could be shared at a wedding to express appreciation for the shared journey of love.
Always' was a promise! How can you just break the promise?" "Sometimes people don't always understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said. Isaac shot me a look. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don't you believe in true love?" I didn't answer. I didn't have an answer. But I thought that if true love did exist, that was a pretty good definition of it.
Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.
I find it really offensive when people say that the emotional experiences of teenagers are less real or less important than those of adults. I am an adult, and I used to be a teenager, and so I can tell you with some authority that my feelings then were as real as my feelings are now.
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.
So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that's not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren't constantly berating yourself for being sad.
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.
Inner sense of worth that comes with being in love does not seem to depend essentially on whether the love is returned or not.
Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let_x000D_ _x000D_ me die, for I have lived long enough.
He who desires to see the living God face-to-face should not seek him in the empty, firmament of his mind, but in human love.
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
God is calling you to a passionate love relationship with Himself. The answer to religious complacency isn't working harder at a list of do's and don'ts-it's falling in love with God.
Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
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