We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
- Kvothe
The Wise Man’s Fear
Waar ligt de grens waar woorden eindigen en daden beginnen?..
Nothing in this world worth having comes easy.
Stop and notice