Love sometimes makes people ruthless in a way that not even hatred can.
Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust.
No use crying over spilled milk.
Children know so little, they must learn quickly to imitate grown-ups whenever they feel unsure in a situation.
It may be possible to forget our past but our past is not going to forget us.
What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?