There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
John Steinbeck, in a letter advising his high school-aged son on love
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Also this part:
If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
Don’t let the grey hair phase you, Stephanie Coontz lances the cult of youth by being way cooler than you. A historical look at love & marriage brings things into perspective.
Love her.
Boynton-McKay’s pancakes have been named the best breakfast in Maine by the Food Network Magazine (they know what’s up). I’m more of a wavos girl myself, but props where props are due.
(Maine is #20 in the 50 States, 50 Breakfasts slideshow. Ironically, I’m celebrating remembering my own unfinished 50/50 debacle experience this weekend.)
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.
Happy 110th birthday, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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