For this is wrong, if anything is wrong: not to enlarge the freedom of a love with all the inner freedom one can summon. We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.
–Rilke, Requiem For a Friend. (1908)
Klimt, Gustav. Love. 1895. Oil on canvas.
It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.
There is always a little madness in love. But there is also always a little reason in madness.
And even to me, as one who is fond of life, it seems that butterflies and soap-bubbles, and what is like them among humans, know the most about happiness.
–Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. (1883)
pretty cool painting!