The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety.
Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.
They think my mother's ashes are marijuana.
I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.
Have you seen a room from which faith has gone? Like a marriage from which love has gone. And patience, patience everywhere like a fog.
To be in love is to see yourself as someone else sees you, it is to be in love with the falsified and exalted image of yourself. In love we are incapable of honor - the courageous act is no more than playing a part to an audience of two.