“We can never go back,” bell hooks wrote in her moving reckoning with love. “We can go forward. We can find the love our hearts long for, but not until we let go grief about the love we lost long ago.
We can find the love our hearts long for, but not until we let go grief about the love we lost long ago. ” And yet we do go back, over and over. The tragic flaw of our species is the price we pay for the m.
The tragic flaw of our species is the price we pay for the m.