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