Is not where I live happily ever after, or who with. It's the fact that I live happily ever after.

sometimes we have absolutely no idea where we are, we need the smallest clue to show us where to begin.

This love thing awakened a group of slumbering senses in my body that I never even knew existed.

I'm never overwhelmed or under it either; just nicely whelmed. I'm OK. Nothing spectacular but sometimes special. I look in the mirror and see this medium average person. A little tired, a little sad, but not falling apart.

I generally don’t become overexcited about things anyway, I’m just not one of those people. I’m not easily surprised by things either. I think it’s because I expect that anything can happen

Then I realised that I was the god on this occasion. I had tried to help the bluebottle, but it wouldn't let me. And then I felt sorry for God because I understood his frustration. Sometimes when people offer a helping hand, it gets pushed away. People always want to help themselves first.

Chin up, don’t smile, don’t cry, don’t fall, walk.