Love is a ripple in the heart, a vibration in the heart, a throbbing, a sharing of whatsoever you are, a deep, intense urge to go and reach the other, to share your being and your delight and your song. But when your heart is almost dead, frozen, and you have been taught to condemn yourself—that you are ugly, that you are bad, that this is sin, “don’t do this, you are guilty”—then you cannot accept yourself. How can you accept anybody else?
