Fiction

The paragraph I always share with people as an example of why I love this book so much, is this one about the intimacy within a marriage, a couple coming together at the end of a day of very hard work:


“The room of love is another world. You go there wearing no watch, watching no clock. It is the world without end, so small that two people can hold it in their arms, and yet it is bigger than world on world, for it contains the longing of all things to be together, and to be at rest together. You come together to the day's end, weary and sore, troubled and afraid. You take it all in your arms, it goes away, and there you are where giving and taking are the same, and you live a little while entirely in a gift. The words have all been said, all permissions given, and you're free in the place that is the two of you together. What could be more heavenly than to have desire and satisfaction in the same room?”

How beautiful is that?