This life is ironic: for it takes pain to discover pleasure; it takes sadness to know happiness; it takes war to value peace; and it takes hatred to treasure love.[Culled from: "Amara & The Strange Elderly Woman"]

In a season like this,I wouldn't be held by the snow.With all these feelings of bliss,I've to put aside my egoAnd step out to let you know,With you, I'm well pleasedAnd the love you show,Is to me the bee's knees.

You know you're in lust when you're quick to fall into a reverie because dreams seem better than reality.

Love is blind but boundless in vision.