In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.
Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.
Love. It was the beginning and end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between.
Love has to be stronger than hate, or there is no future for us.
I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I’d like to be known.
It is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.