The only really satisfactory confidante for your troubles is someone who enjoys them, and this inevitably cuts out anyone who actually loves you.

Love isn't relevant once things are really bad. They say love makes the world go round-but it doesn't, you know. Love is a luxury, and you indulge in it when things are OK. As soon as they are bad-really bad-there just isn't a place for it anymore-no place where there could be room for it

Infatuation means, 'A love that it is inconvenient to go on with.

Troubles, even the dullest, are always mildly interesting at the first hearing.

Hope lights up our darkness.