I was sitting over dinner with an old friend when we started talking about “matters of the heart”. A common theme in this conversation, however, was the fear of falling in love, at which my friend suggested that I visit the attached link – a brilliant pictorial of a quotation by C.S. Lewis.
The quotation, from “The Four Loves”, reads:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to 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. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
Hits the spot.