Love is an emotion. It can't be seen or touched, and it is experienced differently by everyone, therefore it is difficult to measure.

He seemed wild and dangerous and carefree--well, he would, would'nt he? What were motorcycles and black leather pants if not the uniform of a wild, dangerous and carefree man?

For all of my life it was the size of my rear that caused me the most hand-wringing, but in this nearly-50 zone it is my stomach that is the problem. It seems to have broken free from its moorings and there is no knowing how far it will roam.

My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.

There's no doubt that relationships do suffer when circumstances change profoundly.

I sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?