Love is not a bird you can cage, a horse you can break, a fish you can hook, or a house pet you can neuter, and love is not a claim, a routine course, or a buried treasure— or a bus leaving town. Love is not the sum of acceptable losses, plausible denials and lines in the sand, or the pawn in any game worth winning— love is not the card you can shuffle into your deck. Love is not a fire you can suddenly stop, a river you can stop and suddenly forget, and love is not a table you can set with stones. Love is not a motion to suppress.
– for Maya Angelou