Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.
Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.
He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.
Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.
Hate and love are reciprocal passions.
He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.