If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.