Broken people give broken love. And we are all a little broken. You just have to forgive and sew up the wounds love delivers, and move on.

I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.

There is a string that connects us that is not visible to the eye. Maybe every person has more than one soul they are connected to, and all over the world there are those invisible strings... Maybe the chances that you'll find each and every one of your soul mates is slim. But sometimes you're lucky enough to stumble across one. And you feel a tug. And it's not so much a choice to love them though their flaws and through your differences, but rather you love them without even trying. You love their flaws.

I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.

The sum of all the things we shouldn't have done in our lives is enough to kill us with the weight.

You have to be willing to be happy. Despite the mess of your life-just accept what's happened, throw away your ideals, and create a new map of happiness to follow.

Women hold all the power. They should use it like a whip, not offer it up like a sacrifice.