But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasures. Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of loves threshing -floor. Into the season less world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love. And to bleed willingly and joyfully.