A woman could be as beautiful as she felt herself to be.
But when I close my eyes, I'm more like THIS under the surface: I'm laughing and scheming and dreaming.
I've been in love and it doesn't last. And when it's over, it's hell for a while. And then one discovers that life goes on. Eventually, one falls in love again. This pattern repeats itself until one is too jaded to believe in it anymore, or too old for all the upheaval.
There were times, however, when a man had to make a strategic retreat to win the game.
Fact: More people are killed each year by teddy bears than by grizzly bears.
You long to jump off, but you just can't work up the nerve, so you tell yourself you're content to look at the view.