Others Quotes
Marriage? That’s for life! It’s like cement!
One of the best times for figuring out who you are and what you really want out of life? Right after a break-up.
The Single Woman by Mandy Hale
Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.
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Life is always uncertain. We cannot let the fear of what might happen stop us living as we choose.
The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley
Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it.
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I know I’ve changed. Nothing gets to me anymore. Well, okay, except for stuff in the past. Back then I was all innocent and trusting and didn’t know anything.
Leftovers by Laura Wiess
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Don’t take my advice. Or anyone’s advice. Trust yourself. For good or for bad, happy or unhappy, it’s your life, and what you do with it has always been entirely up to you.
The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks
I love life, even when bad things happen to me. I can’t stop loving it. Every season of the year comes with a promise that something wonderful is going to happen to me someday.
Something Wonderful by Judith McNaught
I need to know that you’ll think about the good times we shared, and never settle for anything less than how you felt in those moments.
When It Rains by Lisa De Jong
It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.
Hold Still by Nina LaCour
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If you can dream it, you can do it.
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But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated — not with the same joy.
A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
Remember painting in kindergarten? We wanted to use all the unique colors, so we mixed them all together on paper (or maybe things we wanted to ‘make pretty.’) The result was an ugly brown blob, but our parents were still so proud. Hell, it was art. Those colors are like life. Every memory is a different shade of sorrow or a hue of happiness. All the smiles and all the tears can collide and cause a disastrous mixture. Then something happens. Someone strikingly beautiful comes into our lives, the loveliest color imaginable. We cover up that brown blob and leave a wonderful sight instead–just one single shade. It’s so simple, but it’s just what we needed.
Sometimes, all you can do is not think, not wonder, not obsess, not imagine; just breathe. Everything works out in the end.
Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.
Hiss of Death by Rita Mae Brown