Love may, indeed, love the beloved when her beauty is lost: but not because it is lost. Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal. Love is more sensitive than hatred itself to every blemish in the belovedโฆ Of all powers he forgives most, but he condones least: he is pleased with little, but demands all.
C. S. LewisFools!" said the man, stamping his foot with rage. "That is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I'd better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams โ dreams, do you understand โ come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.
C. S. Lewis