The Most Precious Gift You Can Bring

The Most Precious Gift You Can Bring To Your Lover Is Your Suffering.

You Can't Kill Love. You Can't Even Kill It With Hate. You Can Kill In-love, And Loving, And Even Loveliness. You Can Kill Them All, Or Numb Them Into Dense, Leaden Regret, But You Can't Kill Love Itself. Love Is The Passionate Search For A Truth Other Than Your Own; And Once You Feel It, Honestly And Completely, Love Is Forever. Every Act Of Love, Every Moment Of The Heart Reaching Out, Is A Part Of The Universal Good: It's A Part Of God, Or What We Call God, And It Can Never Die.

I Sometimes Think That The Size Of Our Happiness Is Inversely Proportional To The Size Of Our House.

But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

Justice Is Not Only The Way We Punish Those Who Do Wrong. It Is Also The Way We Try To Save Them.