Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.
It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you.
Most people know that Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors.
That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.
Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.
No barrier was strong enough to keep out the movement of time.