Feeling in love (or lust) and fear feel a lot alike. They both give you that anxious butterfly feeling in your stomach, a sense of excitement, and a general unease physically and mentally. It's easy to confuse love with fear.

Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts.

He's just not that into you if he's not asking you out. Because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out.

...you are defined by how you live your life, not whom you live it with, and certainly not by what you gave up to be with that person.

I don't have to edit myself. I get to be me, warts and all, and that's ultimately what people want, and to trust each other implicitly.

I like the idea that when a guy comes over to the house, I get to say I wrote the book.

The reason it's so painful when someone disappears is you have to face the fact that the person you loved had probably left you a long time before he grabbed his coat and scrammed.