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“Love is possible only if two people communicate with each other from the center of their existence, hence if each one of them experiences himself from the center of his existence. Only in this ‘central experience’ is human reality, only here is aliveness, only here is the basis for love. Love, experienced thus, is a constant challenge; it is not a resting place, but a moving, growing, working together; even whether there is harmony or conflict, joy or sadness, is secondary to the fundamental fact that two people experience themselves from the essence of their existence, that they are one with each other by being one with themselves, rather than by fleeing from themselves. There is only one proof for the presence of love: the depth of the relationship, and the aliveness and strengths in each person concerned; this is the fruit by which love is recognized.”

- Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving, 1956

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When you’re at school and you want to quit, people say ‘You’re going to hate it out in the world.’ Well, I didn’t believe them and I was right. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to be grown up, and they said ‘Childhood is the best time of your life.’ Well, it wasn’t. And now, I want his company and they say, ‘What’s half a loaf? You’re well shot of him’; and I say ‘I know that… but I miss him, that’s all’ and they say 'He never made you happy’ and I say 'But I am happy, apart from missing him. You might throw me a pill or two for my cough.'

All my life, I’ve been looking for somebody courageous, resourceful. He’s not it… but something. We were something.

I only came about my cough.

SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY (1971)

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I know what loving you is. It is not a dream of roses growing in the garden, or just a hi-fi playing low, or the rosy wonderful house with the darling kitchen. All those things are dreams. No. Love for you is no dream. You are not the man of my dreams. You are my life.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Alfred Sexton written c. October 1963 (via violentwavesofemotion)