Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.
Interpretation
True love reveals itself in moments of confusion and vulnerability.
Helene Cixous suggests that in times of feeling lost or uncertain, one can discover the depth of love within themselves. This experience of vulnerability allows love to truly express itself, unhindered by the distractions or conditionalities of life. It highlights how love thrives in authenticity and openness, finding its way back to the heart even during personal chaos.
In practice
This quote can be shared in a relationship workshop to emphasize the importance of self-awareness.
By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned into the uncanny stranger on display - the ailing or dead figure, which so often turns out to be the nasty companion, the cause and location of inhibitions. Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. _x000D_ Write your self. Your body must be heard. Only then will the immense resources of the unconscious spring forth.
Writing is the delicate, difficult, and dangerous means of succeeding in avowing the unavowable.
You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.
We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.
If my desire is possible, it means the system is already letting something else through.
Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one that laughs at the very idea of pronouncing the word "silence"...In one another we will never be lacking.
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice.
Through True Love, she merges with Him. She who does not know her Husband Lord, the Architect of karma, is deluded by falsehood she herself is false.
I love you, Hermione,β said Ron, sinking back, rubbing his eyes wearily. Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, βDonβt let Lavender hear you saying that.β βI wonβt,β said Ron into his hands. βOr maybe I will . . . then sheβll ditch me . . .
When He tells us to love our enemies He gives, along with the command, the love itself.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
It takes a moment to tell someone you love them, but it takes a lifetime to prove it.
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