It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.
Love never fails.
It's not the meaning of life, it's the feeling of life one lives for. Behind every beautiful thing there is some kind of pain. We spend our time envying people we wouldn't wish to be. Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable. We would worry less about what others think of us if we realize how seldom they do.