To love always involves suffering, sooner or later, for one or other of the friends, for there must some time be separation. One must be taken and the other left. To have known of the sorrow and loneliness, and to have shut one’s heart against the friendship in dread of its loss, would have been to rob one’s life of its best blessing. Even grief is not too great a price to pay for love. Love’s blessing stays in the life when the beloved one is gone. Its influence is permanent. The work it does is on the soul’s very substance, and abides forever. Its impression is ineffaceable.
This reading was taken from The Every Day of Life
Chapter 11 : Blessedness of Not Knowing