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The way I see it: love is a decision, not a feeling. That’s what you may be forgetting.” “I used to be so good at it,” I told him. “Then the other day I actually found myself asking Google, ‘How do you fall in love?’” He shook his head. “Yeah? And what wisdom did the Google have to offer?” I shrugged. “Google said you can’t force it. That’s why it’s called falling.”
He’s smiling at me. “I don’t think,” he says, “that I want to live in a world in which this isn’t the kind of love that really matters.”
Love was everything. It ran the whole universe. “Just always remember that love will get you through anything.”
“Stop with that kind of talk. You’re at the beginning. You’re creating your reality, and the words you tell yourself, the story you believe about yourself, is the way things are going to turn out for you. You have to fill your heart with love for yourself, Phronsie. That is the first and most important thing you have to do. Everything you want will follow from that.”
grief is something you can get used to. You shrink it down, put it in your pocket, like a phone number scrawled on a piece of paper, and maybe after a while, you just leave it in your drawer and don’t carry it with you at all.
No one, no one, loves me the way I want to be loved. No one loves the whole me.
It takes character to live with the imperfect facts of your life and to change the things you can change, and to be willing to live with the things you can’t do anything about.
