“Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.”
“Sometimes, he thought, real love is silent as well as blind.”
“Real love is a humble receptivity of a silent heart that is prepared to melt and merge…”
“Love was not only blind, it often careened into Blithering Idiotsville as well.”
“Silent," the carved wizardwood on his wrist breathed. "Silent as a blinded ship, floating hull-up in the sea. Silent as a scream underwater.”
“Don't love too blindly: blindly you will love if you love at all, but a little care is still possible to a well-disciplined heart. May that heart be yours as it was not mine. Cultivate the art of renunciation.”