“We can have anything!”
“No we can’t. We can aspire to anything. But we don’t get it just because we want it.”

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.

People are all puzzles to be figured out.
.... she didn’t realize—now that’s a lot of love.