Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another.
Somewhere there is a man who is not afraid to live in a woman's hope
Grief strikes where love struck first.
Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.
I've said this before - and I mean it strongly - an abstract concept or a moral issue has to be connected to feeling. If we don't believe it somehow viscerally, we don't really take it in.
