Do what you love. Know your own bone gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still. – Henry David Thoreau

If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life. – Cher

Young love is a flame very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable. – Henry Ward Beecher