When does real love begin? (Nin)

“When does real love begin?
At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity.

At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love?

At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.”

— Anaïs Nin, A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin 1934-1938

Love, no matter what

A recently post TED talk by author/journalist Andrew Solomon.


“…many people were astonished and said, ‘but how can you decide to have children in the midst of studying everything that can go wrong?’ and I said, ‘I’m not studying everything that can go wrong, what I’m studying is how much love there can be even when everything appears to be going wrong.'”


 “I don’t accept subtractive models of love. Only additive ones.”