Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.
You never have a friend all figured out. Just when you think you know what makes them tick, they tock.
Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?
Sometimes to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.
Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.
What a snapshot is to your life, your life is to eternity, so wouldn't it be nice if eternity captured you smiling?