The truth isn't what we say, it's how we feel when we say it.
There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.
Why is it that we always remember that people forget; but we always forget that they remember?I used to remember...but I forgot!
Love is proud of itself. It leaks out of us even with the tightest security.
There are no illegitimate babies.
Compromise is simply changing the question to fit the answer.