"Cynic" is a word invented by optimists to put down realists.
That's what art is: escaping everyday normality, which wants to eat you alive.
Being in love, as both Plato and David Bowie have pointed out, is horrible.
Destiny cuts the cake of love, Three slices to some, To others, a crumb.
If you meet an angel, you will have not peace, but a fever.