"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."
I just finished this touching novel by one of my favorite authors. C.S. Lewis digs right into his wonderings and reflections on Affection, Friendship, Eros, and Charity. With classic Lewis wit and intelligence, the book flows like the inner workings of a human heart, unbearably vulnerable and unbounded and yet continually guarded in the face of suffering. I have never read anything like this, a true dissection on how, why, and what types of love exist in our lives. A hidden Lewis gem worth the read if you've ever wondered about what "love" really entails.