The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Love casts out fear, but we have to get over the fear in order to get close enough to love them.

The world is vicious and that's what it amounts to, and hope is nothing more or less than what you can see with your own bare eyes.

He believed in walking beautifully, elegantly. It had to work as a kind of faith that he would get to the other side. He had fallen only once while training - once exactly, so he felt it couldn't happen again, it was beyond possibility. A single flaw was necessary anyway. In any work of beauty there had to be one small thread left hanging.

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There is only one real way to get over someone who you have been in love with, and that is to become another person.

Isn't it amazing? We try to love each other, and work on the problems, make compromises and deals, learn to tolerate things we used to hate, and put aside things we used to like, all for the sake of love.

Falling out of love requires a shift of perspective, and thus, a shift of desire.

We stumble around, make mistakes, hurt each other terribly, and grow older.