And I shall not weep from despair but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in my emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky – that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s insides, with one’s guts.
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
” it’s loving with one’s insides, with one’s guts.””
Yes. It is.
Thank you… XOXO to you…
So in the Tolstoy/Dostoevsky dichotomy, am I to believe you’re in the Dostoevsky camp? xo
Oh my it’s been over twenty years since I read that book. A great quote. Beyond intellect indeed. xoxo