She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion.
It was best not to think, not to analyze. It was best to accept and act.
Love meant different things to different people.
There are no dead ends, just detours.
Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.
Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.