Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately.

But you're beautiful, and the beautiful should be given whatever they want." "Hey, what about the ugly ones?" "The ugly ones." She poked her tongue out. "It's their fault if their ugly. They're to be blamed, not pitied.

Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately.

Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted

My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire.

At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.