Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.
I won`t cry for you, my mascara`s too expensive
One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the thing you’ve always wanted. Do it now.
Being single is pretty good. It’s a nice sense of irresponsibility.
At my age an affair of the heart is a bypass!
The only difference between the women I’ve dated and Charles Manson is that Manson has the decency to look like a nut case when you first meet him.
I fear the day that technology will surpass our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots.
But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.
Happy Valentine’s Day! And if this is news to you, my guess is you’re probably alone. Valentine’s Day is often times a, well, it’s a manufactured day that really doesn’t mean anything.
Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.
A little progress each day adds up to bg results.
You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him.
You have your own happiness to think about.
We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.
It goes Christmas, New Year’s Eve, Valentine’s Day.
Is that fair to anyone who’s alone? These are all days you gotta be with someone. And if you didn’t get around to killing yourself at Christmas or New Year’s, boom! There’s Valentine’s Day. I think there should be one more after Valentine’s Day just called, ‘Who could love you?’
There comes a day when you realize turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.
Valentine’s Day: the holiday that reminds you that if you don’t have a special someone, you’re alone.
You’re not a coward just because you don’t want to hurt people.
To love blindly is to love selfishly, because the goal of such love is not the real advantage of the beloved but only the exercise of love in our own souls.
Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.
It was V-day and I was stuck at home while the guy I was dating was at an Anti-Valentine’s Day party. How wrong was that? It was one thing to be totally alone on V-day, but another to want to be with someone who would rather spend the evening protesting love instead of making it.
I’m anti-Valentine’s Day. I don’t believe – and this goes for anybody – your man shouldn’t love you for one day out of 365. He should love you 365 days out of the year. I want Valentine’s Day every day.