It seemed to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended. — Stephen King

True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring—once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome... except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.

Time is a face on the water.

Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.