I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.

Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.

You should think about your character. Know where you are changing, how you will be changed, what cannot be changed back again.

I was intelligent enough to make up my own mind. I not only had freedom of choice, I had freedom of expression.

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

For woman is yin, the darkness within, where untempered passions lie. And man is yang, bright truth lighting our minds.

I learned to forgive myself, and that enabled me to forgive my mother as a person.