Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.
That's what happens when you keep a secret from someone you love: you start to hate them for allowing you to prove your own willingness to deceive them.
One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.
Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.
Every present anger derives from past weakness.
I don't know how one should live - but I know that one should live.