Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.
The advantage of growing up with siblings is that you become very good at fractions.
As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.
Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.
How do you tell an optimist that he or she has lived a happy life by mistake?
Am I keeping my promises?