Love is much deeper than a feeling. Love is a commitment we make to people to always treat that person right and honorably.
Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up unless it looks like an ax murderer.
Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course. Piracy, for example, is a tradition that has been carried on for hundreds of years, but that doesn't mean we should all attack ships and steal their gold.
Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.
It was darker than a pitch-black panther, covered in tar, eating black licorice at the very bottom of the deepest part of the Black Sea.
If I were to say, "Yes, I am a fascinating, erudite person," what would that say about me? I don't know.
If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say in a pleasant and hopeful voice, "Well this isn't too bad, I don't have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I'm left-handed or right-handed," but most of us would say something more along the lines of, "Aaaaaa! My arm! My arm!
Mama stroked his dinger, Daddy got stinky finger.
Sometimes I feel I am everything, I call that Love. Sometimes I feel I am nothing, I call that Wisdom. Between Love and Wisdom my life continuously flows.
Jane Austen, much in advance of her day, was a mistress of the use of the dialogue. She used it as dialogue should be used-to advance the story; not only to show the characters, but to advance.
I think when you sit alone with your brain too much, your own brain starts to rebel against you.