Women with low self-esteem love bad boys. Women who have work to do love bad boys. Women who love themselves love good men.

Loving myself exactly where I am is the only way to get where I'm going

Caring - about people, about things, about life - is an act of maturity.

All of us, consciously or unconsciously, set out to have the best possible love life. Valentine's Day simply shines a light on the degree to which that didn't - or hasn't yet - materialized.

People act on the outside the way they feel on the inside.

Women blame men for their own singlehood.

Here's the thing, you're not really ready for love until you have enough self-respect that if you met your exact self but in a guy you would totally, completely, absolutely want to be with him.

I think of 'crazy' as what happens when we love the other person more than we love ourselves.

Ask anyone who has been in a love relationship for a while: nothing is perfect.

Lots of people feel more alive when theyre riding a roller-coaster relationship. But while this might be fun for a while, it cant possibly last.

Everything works out in the end. if it hasn't worked out yet, then it's not the end.

The inner revolution will not be televised or sold on the Internet. It must take place within one's own mind and heart.

Fear is the thing that makes the heart grow.

Had I told the seaWhat I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

In Pierre Trudeau, Canada has finally produced a Prime Minister worthy of assassination.

My message to women is: Women: We can do it. We are capable of doing almost anything, but we must learn we cannot do it all at once, we need to prioritize.

The aeroplane will never fly.

Justice Ginsburg is a very competent justice, and it is a joy to have her on the court, but particularly for me it is a pleasure to have a second woman on the court.

All my life people have called me gifted. Extraordinary. Blessed. I had all these dreams to become something. Someone. No one ever said I couldn't. No one ever said Killer.

Even your pity is like a blast of wind and the words you speak would strip a tree of its blossoms.