"There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we’re not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, ‘There is something about you I cherish.’ It doesn’t entail marriage, or even physical love. There’s love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love."
- Raymond E. Feist, Magician (pg.368)
(Source: s-ilentshadows, via thecricketshavearthritis)
*knocks you out with a calculator* bet you weren’t counting on that