It was the first time that I had ever been romantically kissed. It was even better than the chocolate cake.

So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.

I am facing the most difficult thing of my life, my own greatest failure.

Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.

There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.

Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.

Chocolate is God's apology for brocolli