We have to hear the strong wind blowing through the canyon to know that it is the wind.
We have to see white clouds floating over the mountains to know that they are clouds.
Only when we love can we know that this is love.
We have to hate, and then we realize that hate is also because of love.
He said: If I had been brave, would the outcome have been different?
She said: If you were not so determined at the beginning, would the memories be different?