Love Sweet as Honey

Want to know a hard truth? The very person who can make you laugh until your sides ache is the same person who holds the power to make you weep until you're hollowed out.

The person you love most fiercely—in the evolution of that relationship, you might come to hate them just as terrifyingly.

Humans are strange creatures. Time is stranger still.

The same stroke of twelve that brings daylight also brings the deepest night.

The deeper a love runs, the more intense the hatred it becomes when it breaks.

The human heart is really like glass. When it shatters, it turns sharp. That glass cuts and tears everything to shreds—inside and out, home and world, love and affection alike.

Love itself is like water. The same water that quenches your thirst and saves your life can drown you, choking off your breath.

The person I hate most fiercely today—didn't I once love that very same person with desperate intensity?

Yet amid all this contradiction, some loves are like drops of water. They stay in one place, revolving endlessly. Some loves never grow worm-eaten, never breed hatred. Some loves are like honey—they never spoil.