Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.
No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.
Be careful what you set your heart upon - for it will surely be yours.
Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart; for his purity, by definition, is unassailable.
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone... they will be forced to deal with pain.