A man with nothing that he loves… is a man who cannot be bargained. A man that cannot be betrayed. A man who answers to no one… but himself.
Sometimes, we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn’t mean it’s right, it means love is more important.
I ain’t no hard rock like you, but when it comes to my girl, I’m all heart. I’m do or die. So, kill me all you want to. Stab your hate into my love. You might kill me, but you’ll never beat me. ‘Cause I got love, and you’ll probably never even know what that is.
What is honor compared to a woman’s love? And what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother’s smile?
We think of our emotions like they’re these unique, personal phenomena, that no one has ever felt what we have felt. There is a basis in science for every emotion we feel. Anger, love. As a scientist, I know there’s nothing magical about what makes us feel something for someone else. But then I see her smile. Man, that cannot be science.
You can’t measure love with numbers, you can only measure it in terms of intensity. In terms of blind loyalty to the imperative.
When you see the good in someone, you don’t give up on them. Especially if they don’t see it themselves. And if you’re ever lucky enough to find true love, you fight for it, everyday.