He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress. You know it’s not your style, but it’s right there so you try it on anyway.
If you can only have one great love, then the city just may be mine.
And i don’t want nobody talkin’ shit about my boyfriend
When it comes to relationships, maybe we’re all in glass houses, and shouldn’t throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less. Than butterflies…
Relationships: there are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.
Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they’re supposed to run wild until they find someone – just as wild – to run with.
You shouldn’t have to sacrifice who you are just because somebody else has a problem with it.
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn’t fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away.
When you’re young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun, then you grow up and learn to be cautious; you could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don’t leap at all because there’s not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?
Can you get to your future if your past is present?
I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.
Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you are to become who you will be.
Maybe it’s maturity or the wisdom that comes with age, but the witch in Hansel and Gretel—she’s very misunderstood. I mean, the woman builds her dream house and these brats come along and start eating it.
I’ve done the merry-go-round. I’ve been through the revolving doors. I feel like I’ve met somebody I can stand still with for a minute. And don’t you want to stand still with me?
Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn’t one occasion where people celebrate you … Hallmark doesn’t make a “congratulations, you didn’t marry the wrong guy” card. And where’s the flatware for going on vacation alone?
You have to figure … if the world’s fattest twins can find love, there’s hope for all of us. Somewhere out there is another little freak who will love us, understand us, and kiss our 3 heads and make it all better.
What if Prince Charming had never shown up? Would Snow White have laid in that glass box forever? Or would she have gotten up, spit out the apple, gotten a job and a health care plan and moved on with her life?
Why do we let the one thing we don’t have affect how we feel about all the things we do have? Why does one-minus-a-plus-one feel like it adds up to zero?
Later that night I got to thinking about the x-factor. In mathmatics, we learn that x stands for the unknown, a+b=x, but what’s really unknown is what plus what equals friendship with an x. Is this an unsolvable equation? Or is it possible to transform a once passionate love into something that fits nice and easily onto the friendship shelf? I couldnt help but wonder… can you be friends with an x?
Have we settled for a suger free existence? We accept e-mails instead of love songs… we accept jokes, instead of poetry…
In fact, some might even prefer the regular guy who makes jokes and makes us laugh, rather than the guy who puts lots of effort in writing us poetry and serenading out of our window…
When faced with an extremely romantic situation, we might even gag, and think that the person who is trying to romance us is phoney and playing up a whole act, that actually turns us away.
Have we become romance-intolerant?
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