“Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.”
Nicole Krauss The History of Love
Source: The History of Love
“Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.”
Nicole Krauss The History of Love
Source: The History of Love
“I'm not who you think i am. If you love me, you love me for the wrong reasons.”
Sister Souljah (1964) American hip hop-generation author, activist, recording artist, and film producer
Source: Midnight
Gilbert O'Sullivan (1946) Irish singer-songwriter
"I hate it, but that doesn't mean it's bad.<br>In other words, I quite enjoyed it.<br>Apart from which, it's the best you've ever done<br>yet if you were to change the words<br>it would be superb... with perhaps a different melody...?" <br class="br">"I Love It But..." (song) <br class="br">Gilbert O'Sullivan, "I Love It But..." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ip4ZvgO0Hw (song on YouTube) <br class="br">Song lyrics
Enoch Powell (1912–1998) British politician
Speech in Saltaire, Yorkshire (25 February 1974), quoted in Simon Heffer, Like the Roman. The Life of Enoch Powell (Phoenix, 1999), p. 709
1970s
Robinson Jeffers (1887–1962) American poet
Letter to Sister Mary James Power (1 October 1934); published in The Wild God of the World : An Anthology of Robinson Jeffers (2003), edited by Albert Gelpi, p. 189; also partly quoted in the essay "Robinson Jeffers, Pantheist Poet" http://web.archive.org/20011119074326/members.aol.com/PHarri5642/jeffers.htm by John Courtney <br class="br">Context: I believe that the Universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars, none of them seems to me important in itself, but only the whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it and to think of it as divine. It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love and there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one's affections outward toward this one God, rather than inwards on one's self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations and abstractions — the world of spirits.<br>I think it is our privilege and felicity to love God for his beauty, without claiming or expecting love from him. We are not important to him, but he to us.