Maybe this one is really intended for me more than whatever readers I may have here:

It is perhaps one of life’s more interesting ironies that, of the many who beseech the Goddess to send them love, so few will accept it when it comes, because it has come in what they consider the wrong shape, or the wrong size, or at the wrong time. Against our prejudices, even the Goddess strives in vain.
Hamartics, s’Berenh, ch. 6

— The Door into Fire, chapter 8