You can obsess and obsess over how things ended—what you did wrong or could have done differently—but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?

Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.

For the record, I would like to point out that it is NOT being obsessive to memorize a boy's schedule so that you can accidentally bump into him. It is called being efficient.

News flash, Bozo. Don't ever tell a girl to relax. It only makes us madder.

In the midst of happiness or despairin sorrow or in joyin pleasure or in pain:Do what is right and you will be at peace.

War is sweet to those who have never fought.

He gave me a small smile, and in that smile I saw our whole catastrophic history playing out before my eyes.

I skipped toward him and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. “Yup.”He looked at me like I was crazy. “What was that for?”I smiled. “For being an excellent partner in crime.

Love hurts us all, no matter how old or young we are.

And yes, when he kisses you, the rest of the world disappears and your brain shuts off and all you can feel are his lips and nothing else matters.

You did love me, " I whispered. "Just not the same way I loved you.

Sometimes change was good. Sometimes it was even exactly what you needed.

Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.

Somehow he became certain the he himself possessed the skills of a hypnotist. How he reached this judgement, I have no idea, but never convinced the rest of us.

Half the spiritual difficulties that men and women suffer arise from a morbid state of health.

Who has courage to say no again and again to desires, to despise the objects of ambition, who is a whole in himself, smoothed and rounded.

Mexican music runs through my veins. I loved it. Growing up, my father didn't allow us to listen to English music at home. That's all I heard. I had no choice.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Each human being has his or her own sexual identity and should be able to exercise that identity without guilt as long as they do not force that sexual identity on others.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it's gone.

Don't list to those who say YOU CAN'T. Listen to the voice inside yourself that says, I CAN.