~William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen, atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell, and kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change.
...Okay, so maybe the Marquis de Saad isn't the best guy to be taking quotes from. But I really like that one.
Saying that love doesn't exist because you're jaded is akin to saying that cats don't exist because you've never seen a real one. It may be true, it may not, but possibility was just lost and the world just got a little narrower. Now who knows if you'd even see the cat cross your path if it ever happened?