I told myself a while back, 'Love what you do, but don't fall in love with what you do.' That way you won't be brokenhearted if ever it gets canceled five episodes in - which has happened to me.
Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.
Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding back love and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then, usually, there was trouble.
And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.
I could have loved you once And said it But then you went away And when you came back Love was a forgotten word, Remember?
Send out anger and impatience, and that's what you'll get. Send out love, and you'll get back love.