To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
–Taken from C.S. Lewis’ “The Four Loves”
*After all, the throes of hatred are still infused with passion and a life of their own. The antithesis of love is only emptiness, the void that we allow to fill our being, the absence that we have allowed to fill our lives to make them not just dull, but more destructively, apathetic to our own nature. What other hell can there be than to lock our hearts in stone?