Archive for November, 2017

November 22, 2017

Love: a facsimile of light, or more?

Two quotes about love from Madeleine Thien in her novel Do Not Say We Have Nothing (which won both the 2016 Governor General’s Literary Award and the 2016 Scotiabank Giller Prize):

How did a person know, he wondered, what was love and what was a facsimile of it? Did it matter? Was the thing that mattered most the action that one took — or failed to take — in the name of that feeling?

One thing I have learned . . . is that light is never still and solid and so it is with love. Light can be split into many directions. Its nature is to break apart.

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November 19, 2017

How can you define love?

Thought of the moment, courtesy of Zia Haider Rahman in his novel In the Light of What We Know:

You may say that that is not love, and I would laugh at you for presuming to know what another’s love isn’t and what his love is.