Marge Piercy Quotes

I think you have to let go of this idea that you can be precious about everything, and let it be the abstract mess that it is.

Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can't ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment's notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow - that's vulnerability.

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater

Love is letting go of fear.

Love is just like a breeze: it comes, but you should not close your doors to keep the breeze inside.

I've made peace with insecurity... because there is no security of any kind.

Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.

I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Nobody has any security in loving me.

Yes, women, and men, have to be open to love, because if we're not open then there's no way for us to find happiness. But you can be open to it and still have no control over when it's going to happen.

I've always thrown myself into love in a rather carefree way, and the net result is that you do get hurt. But I wouldn't take away any of the experiences of my life.

Basing our happiness on our ability to control everything is futile.

Let my love open the door To yourheart.

The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.

Surely it's better to love others, however messy and imperfect the involvement, than to allow one's capacity for love to harden.

How does light enter a house? If the windows are open. How does light enter a human? If the door of love is open.

As a body in a world, here is our choice: we can be more loving or less loving. That's it. We can relax as the entire moment's show of love's swirl, feeling open as all--a vicious rainstorm, tweeting birds, our lover's lips, a sense of worthlessness-- or we can close to some aspect of experience, pulling away as if we were separate.

We're all blemished. Yet we do love and are loved.

I wouldn't mind having my heart broken because it would mean that I had that much feeling connected to somebody. And that would be really great.

There is that awful moment when you realize that you're falling in love. That should be the most joyful moment, and actually it's not. It's always a moment that's full of fear because you know, as night follows day, the joy is going to rapidly be followed by some pain or other. All the angst of a relationship.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

Vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, 'This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.'

I got back into the position of taking care of my husband, which is what I'd learned that I couldn't really do: you can love and make things okay to a certain extent, but you can't fix. I didn't quite learn that until the kayaking incident. It became so clear then.

Wherever I find love I will accept it.