Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.
(1564 - 1616), Romeo and Juliet, Act I, sc. 4
He didn't believe in love for him he was master of his own destiny
He achieved what ever he wanted... if it was not in his fate...then God has to rewrite the fate... but no one has control over destiny or heart... he didn't realized until he met her..
She thought love never existed...failing to realize that love is merely a word until you come along someone who gives it meaning..
That heart has reasons that reason does not understand
That love is like a poisonous mushroom -- you don't know if it is the real thing until it is too late
That there is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not
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