i'm reading c.s. lewis' book titled "the four loves." whenever i read books, i always keep a pencil by my side in case something jumps out at me that's worth underlining... i've found myself underlining quite a bit in this book and i wanted to share a few things from the first couple chapters-
"The last thing we want is to make everywhere else just like our own home. It would not be home unless it were different."
"For affection is the most instinctive, in that sense the most animal, of the loves; its jealously is proprtionately fierce. It snarls and bares its teeth like a dog whose food has been snatched away. And why would it not? Something or someone has snatched away from the child I am picturing his life-long food, his second self. His world is in ruins."
"...nothing about us except our neediness is, in this life, permanent."
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