Really-nothing is unforgivable if you truly love someone.

My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.

Anxiety was not an emotion I could ever remember feeling when I went out in New York, and I wondered why tonight felt so different. Maybe it was because I no longer had a boyfriend or fiance. I suddenly recognized that there was safety in having someone, as well as a lack of pressure to shine. Ironically, this had cultivated a certain free-spiritedness that had, in turn, allowed me to be the life of the party and hoard the affection of additional men....But that had all changed. I didn't have a boyfriend, a perfect figure, or alcohol-induced outrageousness to fall back on.

It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.

Some of my very closest friends are my guy friends, going back to the third grade, so I believe in the integrity of the male-female friendship.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors.