Два любими мои цитата, напълно противоположни като идеи и внушение, но все пак, любовта никога не е и няма да бъде едноцветна:
"It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
~ Neil Gaiman
"She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad and miss her when she's not there."
~ Bob Marley
Подредбата им също е важна. Явно въпреки всичко оптимиста в мен трудно може да бъде убит. Романтикът също... и идеалистът. И най-вече онова момиче, което е безобразно и безумно влюбено... в живота. Когато мечтите се сбъдват, на сърцето не му остава нищо друго, освен да ликува.