He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

I will find the good in this loss. I will make something happen that wouldn't have happened otherwise.

That's how life is. Sometimes there are happy endings, sometimes there aren't, and more often there are shades of gray.

I don't break up, I trade up

There is no better audience for someone in love than someone in love.

Then he continues his rant,saying, "And even if I didn't know them, I know their type." "And what type is that?" she asks,leaning foward in her chair,yearning for confirmation that he gets it,that they are like-minded in their observations of others and the circumspect way they view the world. "Oh,let's see," he says,rubbing his jaw. "Superficial.Artificial.Sheep. They're more worried about how they come across to others than who they really are.They exhaust themselves in their pursuit of things that don't really matter.

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.