Sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers

I was the life and she was the soul of every party.

Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can't be given.But it can be shared

Love is not a theme. It's an atmosphere, a mood.

We each have our hiding places and we each put up with the little quirks of the people we love.

I suppose it’s easier to see the way out of anything when you’ve found your way out of that maze. When you’re stuck in the middle, in a series of dead-ends making circles, it’s difficult to make any sense of anything.

Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.