The imagination is a wonderful thing; it allows for all manner of undiscoverable sins.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

As my mother says, your forties are when you finally pay for your past mistakes, the cigarettes and sunburns, the Big Macs and smooth-talking men. She may be right.

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that's all you have - happy memories.

Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

We may not get what we want, when we want. But with a bit of perseverance and a lot of patience, we can get what we need.