To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be
wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you
must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with
hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the
casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark,
motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become
unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable
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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by
the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the
bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover
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No one on earth can
hurt you, unless you accept the hurt in your own mind. The problem is not other people; it is your
reaction
