Loving with one’s insides

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


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3 Comments

  1. Posted January 6, 2012 at 9:16 am | Permalink

    ” it’s loving with one’s insides, with one’s guts.””

    Yes. It is.

    Thank you… XOXO to you…

  2. Posted January 6, 2012 at 9:42 am | Permalink

    So in the Tolstoy/Dostoevsky dichotomy, am I to believe you’re in the Dostoevsky camp? xo

  3. Posted January 6, 2012 at 10:48 am | Permalink

    Oh my it’s been over twenty years since I read that book. A great quote. Beyond intellect indeed. xoxo