You meet a finite number of people in your life. It feels to you like it’s infinite, but it’s not… And the difference between love and everything else is that it’s infinite, it’s built out of something infinite, or it feels like it is, anyway, which is the same thing to us… But you can’t see it, because to you everything is infinite. You think a million billion more things will come your way, a million billion more versions of everything. But no, everything that actually causes that infinite feeling, the circumstances of every infinite feeling, is so, so finite.
—  B.J. Novak, One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories
Because sometimes, even if you know how something’s gonna end, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride.
—  Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother