Justin Vernon's explanation of the meaning behind his song Skinny Love reminded me of a letter John Steinbeck wrote to his son, Thom, about the two different kinds of love :
"There are several kinds of love. One is selfish, mean, grasping egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you -- of kindness and consideration and respect -- not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable.
The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn't know you had".
I've been thinking about this distinction - between selfless and skinny love - a lot lately. And about how, as we get older, love has to be more than just a feeling. It takes thought and self knowledge, but it's possible to give from a deeper place, without record or expectation. It's possible to not just love again, but to love better.
(type) from onehollietree (quote) from John Steinbeck: A Life of Letters. The full passage can be read at The Atlantic
(p.s) another connection : between Jonathan Safran Foer and a joke in Annie Hall