Some one once said to me, 'Reverend Schuller, I hope you live to see all your dreams fulfilled.' I replied, T hope not, because if I live and all my dreams are fulfilled, I'm dead.' It's unfulfilled dreams that keep you alive.
For me it's not possible to forget, and I don't understand people who, when the love is ended, can bury the other person in hatred or oblivion. For me, a man I have loved becomes a kind of brother.
Most of us have no real loves and no real hatreds. Blessed is love, less blessed is hatred, but thrice accursed is that indifference which is neither one nor the other.