Since the beginning of this love I have felt that unless I gave myself up to it entirely, without any restriction, with all my heart, there was no chance for me whatever, and even so my chance is slight. But what is it to me whether my chance is slight or great? I mean, must I consider this when I love? No, no reckoning; one loves because one loves. Then we keep our heads clear, and do not cloud our minds, nor do we hide our feelings, nor smother the fire and light, but simply say: Thank God, I love.
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother, Theo.
The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt. Our lives are linked together. No man is an island.
Frederick Buechner, The Hungering Dark
If you’re wondering am I capable; God knows I am / And if it’s meant to be, I will go alone; God knows I can / Just not as well, and besides what kind of fun is there to be had with no one else?
The Avett Brothers, “Bring Your Love To Me”