Whining is a form of manipulation. People will give anything to make you shut up.
Sometimes I wonder if, instead of falling madly in love, we should aspire to fall sanely in love. But then, what would be the point?
Life is a series of random collisions.
Never, ever point out that a woman is eating too much.
Why should I bring happiness to those I loathe by obliterating myself, when I can make them miserable just by existing?
You can not make someone love you. You can not be thin enough or white enough or famous enough. The choice is entirely the other person's. Then again, you might try hypnosis.