Find a happy person, and you will find a project.
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because that is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are.
Magazines are really broken iPads for 1 year olds. Apart from being oh so cute, it’s also oh-so true, I’ve heard about friends’ toddlers walking up to the TV and wanting to swipe it to turn it on.