In all those women there is not one to match you. They have known my flesh. You have known my heart, and stolen my soul.
It only takes one man to make a woman a fool.
Seems to me people are mean or evil because they're scared, mostly, or in pain, or afraid they're going to lose something.
For in twin pairs of eyes she saw not the lust she had believed, but love. Adoration, given and received. 
I would rather love with all my heart and soul and mind for one hour than to suffer all my life with the lack.
How could you carry the inside of a person with you and not call them a friend, no matter what the rules said? 
Maybe that was the secret of happinessnot expecting any one thing to last forever.
