“Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.”

Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.

Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

All human power is a compound of time and patience.

Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.

At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.

There is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.

Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.

We forget hoe easily it is to love when things are good.

We made a home for our wishes in the stars; while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.

Forgiving is not forgetting; its actually remembering–remembering and not using your right to hit back. Its a second chance for a new beginning. And the remembering part is particularly important. Especially if you dont want to repeat what happened.

Once heard, Never forgotten!

We’re so busy trying to move on and living our lives, that we sometimes forget to appreciate how far we’ve come, how well our wounds healed, and that somewhere along the journey, we’ve learned to let go.

Being with you is familiar, like playing guitar after some time; the theory is there but my fingers have forgotten the chords.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

An artist paints to forget while a poet writes to remember.