Well, because sometimes you love someone but they might not be the right person for you. That takes some time to figure out

No matter what the circumstances. I am more like most men in this regard. No second chances. It's not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I'm a champion grudge holder, and I don't think I could change this about myself even if I wanted to.

There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for forgiveness, nothing more.

There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.

I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

Really-nothing is unforgivable if you truly love someone.

In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.