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

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

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

It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and your life's a disaster. In real life it's often impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes-often-neck and neck.

They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love's path didn't run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.

I am prone to despair. We are all born with a particular personality. I get afraid and then I don't want to leave the house.

I'd rather dig a ditch than go to a dinner party with people I don't know.