Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.
I think you can meet the right girl at the wrong time, and it gets screwed up. If you meet the right girl at the wrong time, that girl has to be the most understanding person in the world because there's going to be a lot more bumps in the road.
What's really interesting and fun to explore is not just the falling in love and everything being great, but the obstacles to falling in love.
Our barriers to love are rarely consciously chosen. They are our efforts to protect the places where the heart is bruised.
Even if you meet the perfect person, it ain’t gonna be at the perfect time. You’re married, they’re single. That’s right. You’re Jewish, they’re Palestinian. You’re a Mexican, they’re a raccoon. You’re a black woman, he’s a black man.
You're not as much of a lost cause as she was. I mean, with her, I had to overcome her deep, epic love with a Russian warlord. You and I just have to overcome hundreds of years' worth of deeply ingrained prejudice and taboo between our two races. Easy.
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully.
