Tuesday, February 02, 2010
We quarreled because we loved each other, I have no doubt about that. We were trying to become somehow the same person, one flesh, and we often failed. When distance came between us, we would blame it on each other. And here is a wonder. I maybe never loved him so much or yearned toward him so much as when I was mad at him. It's not a simple thing, this love.
Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry