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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