But marriage is forever.’
‘Oh, not really,’ he assured her. ‘Only until one of us dies.’
Her eyes widened. ‘I do not want you to die,’ she said.
‘Perhaps you will go first,’ he said, ‘though I rather think I hope not. I would probably have grown accustomed to you by then and would miss you.
But marriage is forever.’
I can’t express the truth about reality. I can only express my feelings.
I think Nesta feels everything- sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.
Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy – all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. YOU are the flame. That’s what I believe.
Sometimes by holding onto what you love the most – you end up choking the very life from the thing you want to keep on living. It’s possible to try too hard, to love something so deeply that you lose yourself. The danger is never in loving someone – but losing your identity in the process. Because what happens when tragedy strikes? You’re left an empty shell. You’re left with nothing.
We speak of facts, yet facts exist only partially to us if they are not repeated and re-created through emotions, thoughts and feelings. To me it seemed as if we had not really existed, or only half existed, because we could not imaginatively realize ourselves and communicate to the world, because we had used works of imagination to serve as handmaidens to some political ploy.
Maybe I am everything I knew that I would never be. I looked back at Jay and smiled.
The male gender remembers only the things that entertain them.
Los Angeles was the most glamorous, tackiest, most elegant, seediest, most clever, dumbest, most beautiful, ugliest, forward-looking, retro-thinking, altruistic, self-absorbed, deal-savvy, politically ignorant, artistic-minded, criminal-loving, meaning-obsessed, money-grubbing, laid-back, frantic city on the planet. And any two slices of it, as different as Bel Air and Watts, were nevertheless uncannily alike in essence: rich with the same crazy hungers, hopes, and despairs.
Only love of a good woman will make a man question every choice, every action. Only love makes a warrior hesitate for fear that his lady will find him cruel. Only love makes a man both the best he will ever be, and the weakest. Sometimes all in the same moment. -Wicked