Thursday, November 26, 2009

To love is to be vulnerable.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even 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. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis


thinker said...

That is a beautiful photo Luisa!
I remember one of the photos from this series (you in a long grass) which i saw on your old blog.
And i remember that it had a lovely contrast between the horizontal stripes of your shirt and vertical lines of the grass.
Where is it taken?

Cécile said...

Hi Luisa
I agree with Thinker, it's a beautiful picture! It reminds me of old 1970s disc covers, it has a poetic folk, natural feeling :)

Luisa Santos said...

Thanks Thinker and Cécile :)
It's in Algodres, a really small village in north Portugal :)