The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.
We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence.
Even in the same family, one child will always instinctively know when to ask for things, and another won't.
Elegimos aquellos que nos gusta, con los que amamos, no tenemos voz en el asunto.
The woman just ahead of you at the supermarket checkout has all the delectable groceries you didn't even know they carried.
People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.