In between freezing and melting. In between love and despair. In between fear and sex, passion is.
To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.
We are a lukewarm people and our longing for freedom is our longing for love. If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.
Jeanette Winterson, British Novelist, The Passion
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