I don't break up, I trade up

You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.

A son is a son 'til he gets a wife, but a daughter is a daughter all her life.

Love and friendship. They are what make us who we are, and what can change us, if we let them.

...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

Maybe the thing to do after you roll the dice-and lose-is simply pick them up and roll them again.

When you’re in love, sometimes you have to swallow your pride, and sometimes you have to keep your pride. It’s a balance. But when the relationship is right, you find the balance.

I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.

Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.

Although I'm sure there are plenty of tall, gorgeous, life-of-the-party guys who are also true to their wives, I happen to believe that a disproportionate number of them are cheaters.

I think it's important to try to be present with whatever it is you're doing. And if you can't be present, take a break.

Figuring out what you want in life is hard, having the courage to fulfill it is even harder!

No, no, no, no. Don't get carried away, man. One thaw is not the summer.

That's the thing about distance: It either gives you time to move on form someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.

You can't really control how people hear stuff. It's hard to remember that. I have to let go of it.

Better to have the poet's heart than brain, Feeling than song.

A good rule to remember for life is that when it comes to plastic surgery and sushi, never be attracted by a bargain.

There is a much higher probability that a first-class scholar should commit an error than that an author who usually writes nonsense should have one good idea.

They are not wise, then, who stand forth to buffet against Love; for Love rules the gods as he will, and me.

Unfortunately sometimes one can't do what one thinks is right without making someone else unhappy.

A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful—then, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.