"'If being in love only made people more lonely, why would everyone want it so much?'
‘Because of the illusion. You fall in love, it’s intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like you’ve actually become one with the other person. You think you’ll never be lonely again. Only it doesn’t last and soon you realize you can only get so close, and you end up brutally disappointed, more alone than ever, because the illusion- the hope you’d help on to all those years- has been shattered.’"
"In the beginning Love satisfies us,
When Love first spoke to me of love—
How I laughed at her in return!
But then she made me like the hazel trees,
Which blossom early in the season of darkness,
And bear fruit slowly."
- Hadewijch of Brabant, mid-13th cent. (via maza-dohta)