But that expression of ‘violently in love’ is so hackneyed, so doubtful, so indefinite, that it gives me very little idea. It is as often applied to feelings which arise only from a half hour’s acquaintance, as to a real, strong attachment.
— You're a disgusting, and i hate you!
— Then why are you still holding my hand?
Being the one is just like being in love. No one can tell you your in love, you just know it.
He was beloved... at least was grateful
To have such hope like a balm.
A hundred times is blessed, who’s faithful.
— What's it like?
— All right. You know how... when you listen to music playing from another room... and you're singing, because it's a tune that you really love... when a door closes or a train passes, so you can't hear the music anymore... but you sing along anyway. Then, no matter how much time passes... when you hear the music again, you're still in exact same time with it.