A Spy In The House Of Love

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let him be kind.

You are like a person who consumes herself in love and giving and does not know the miracles that are born of this.