Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love. - C. S. Lewis

Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.

"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer."I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
There is no other stream," said the Lion."

"Emerson said, Do you love me? means Do you see the same truth?-Or at least, "Do you care about the same truth?