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.

Some think love can be measured by the amount of butterflies in their tummy. Others think love can be measured in bunches of flowers, or by using the words 'for ever.' But love can only truly be measured by actions. It can be a small thing, such as peeling an orange for a person you love because you know they don't like doing it.

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

The old Chinese proverb springs to mind - No pain, no gain.

My mother is the best storyteller. And her mother was too.

why can't we love the right people? what is so wrong with us that we rush into situations to which we are manifestly unsuited, which will hurt us and others? why are we given emotions which we cannot control and which move in exact contradiction to what we really want? we are walking conflicts, internal battles on legs.

What doesn't kill us makes us funnier.