But sometimes there were good times.

Okay, we didn’t work, and all

memories to tell the truth aren’t good.

Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep

beside me and never dreamed afraid.There should be stars for great wars like ours.

– Sandra Cisneros – from “One Last Poem for Richard” My Wicked Wicked Ways

Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.

– Isabel Allende –

Far too many people opened their hearts and lives at the drop of a hat. Why give someone that power over you? Why endow them with the ability to hurt you that much? Let someone in and you were asking for an emotional kicking some day.

– Dorothy Koomson –

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there’s no end in sight. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain’t cutting it with me.

– Sylvia Day –