But love doesn’t work that way. It turns out that no amount of caution, of calculation, even embracing the depths of vulnerability can protect you from that awful ache. You still have to leave the quiet room and go out into the world where it doesn’t come down to grand gestures after all but instead the mundane and continual daily choices, the repetitive conviction with which you choose someone.
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum