There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

My daddy said, that the first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.

Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.