men are not realists - only women are.
Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.
Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? (She made this remark in February 1936, at the railway station in Los Angeles upon her return from Chicago, when a Los Angeles police officer was assigned to escort her home)
A man in love is like a clipped coupon - it's time to cash in.
I've been in more laps than a napkin.
Love thy neighbor - and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.