Life doesn't hang around, it keeps moving and if you don't keep up you can lose things.

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

Too many people miss out on real love because they're too busy waiting for the ONE to show up

For a split second they stared at each other. A fleeting, lasting moment. One person noticing another person out of a whole crowd of strangers.

Missing someone has to be one of the worst human emotions. All the other feelings like anger and fear and horror get some much more airplay, as if their intensity gives them more value, but whereas those emotions come in violent bursts and are gone again, the gnawing ache of loss has to be simply endured. It's like background noise, it's always there, it never goes away. You just have to try to block it out, distract yourself, hope that tomorrow the hole they left behind has grown a little smaller.

When men see an attractive woman, they fantasize about sex. When women see an attractive man they fantasize about a relationship.

Life doesn't hang around, it keeps moving and if you don't keep up you can lose things.