flatteryoconnor:

I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved. 

- Louise Gluck

… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror, then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

Then another silence, till she was seized with another uncontrollable fit of grief. “There is something external to us which says, ‘You shan’t! First it said, ‘You shan’t learn!’ Then it said, ‘You shan’t labour!’ Now it says, ‘You shan’t love!’