Palavras tuas, um sorriso meu - 20

"But there's always a penalty for pleasure, and that's pain. And we pay pain with interest. For every minute spent in your lover's arms, months are lost trying to forget. For every tear of joy shed, a million others are spent on trying to gather up the pieces and throw them away. For every wall we let down a million others go up, making us more guarded than ever before.  I understand this feeling.

Love is not soft and tender as we are led to believe; on the contrary, it is strong and merciless, like a black hole; vast, empty vacuum that sucks us in against our will... and we are here to pay the price."

(Miss Murder in Singularidades de uma Ruiva)