Love requires imagination more than experience.
Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.
The present grows within the boundaries of the past.
Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.
I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.
I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.