You can’t kill love. You can’t even kill it with hate. You can kill in-love, loving, and even loveliness. You can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can’t kill love itself. Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. Every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is part of the universal good; it’s a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.