Barbara Lock

“[...] one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre”
― Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene

“There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. And love leads us to no other happiness than that of love itself and its tragic consolation of uncertain hope. The moment love becomes happy and satisfied, it no longer desires and it is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation. To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be. We are the more—that is the more divine—the greater our capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.”
― Miguel de Unamuno, Tragic Sense of Life

“Those who say they believe in God, and yet neither love nor fear him, do not in fact believe in Him but in those who have taught them that God exists. Those who believe that they believe in God but without any passion in their heart, any anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, without an element of despair even in their consolation, believe only in the God-idea, not in God.”
― Miguel de Unamuno

“It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.”
― Miguel de Unamuno