“I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.”

In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.

Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.

It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.

Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.

Give me something I can write about.

Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.

She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.

I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.

That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.

To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.

You won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.

Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.

But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.

Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!

We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.

Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.

Everybody knows how much I love Arsenal – I became a fan. And to be out here celebrating a goal against Tottenham, there’s not much else to say after thatLike I’ve said before, Once a Gooner, always a Gooner.

Messi scores a goal and celebrates. Cristiano scores a goal and poses like he’s in a shampoo commercial.

While the coach is entitled to celebrate the team’s victories, there is a manner and a way of doing so without aggravating the opponent.

Life gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.

what we women want today – and every day- is fundamental equal rights, not congratulations or celebrations.

This fight hasn’t yet been won. So save your celebrations and congratulations and support women on the frontlines of society worldwide.

If I celebrated every plaque I got I woulda been partyin all year.

Live your life not celebrating victories but overcoming defeats.