The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.
Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms.
It's stupid to claim that one human being is special, or picked out by God, when in fact there are hundreds of millions of human beings in the world, and God knows how many millions of people long dead who have been lost to history, all of whom were probably special to someone.
History is the propaganda of the victors.
Love delayed is lust augmented.
What keeps me going is my children.