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I‘m 0% invested in their personal lives, tempted to dnf …

We kiss as if we are the only air that could fill our lungs.

My happiness doesn’t depend on you but I’m happier when you are around me.

My life wasn’t empty, but she enriched it.

I just realized I’m currently reading two books with this trope … he and she are anonymously texting or otherwise messaging each other, and only *he* realizes who each truly is (other book = Max Monroe’s “Tapping the Billionaire”).

My recommendation to you is before you swipe right, be sure that you leave your hang-ups behind and focus on the future.

A happy ending doesn’t mean they lived together forever. You can have a mature relationship with a person and end it on a happy note. Some relationships have shorter cycles than others.

He’s a sociopath. Not the serial killer kind, but one of those intelligent people who can’t interact with other human beings.

That's the one thing that all the holidays around the world have in common, fireworks.

I came across this book the other day and started reading it.

Was it laying on the floor waiting for you?

(LOL)

I'm sure that being the baby of the house is hard. You have to catch up to your siblings.

I didn't see it from that perspective before.

Ford/Lang: I'm thirty-four if that makes you feel better. Social media is great if used smartly and with moderation.

You are pretty set in your ways. Are you fifty?

That's a pretty strange age. Why fifty?

Males from that generation have a love-hate relationship with social media.

What the f#ck just happened?

(I was wondering the same thing. He was all fired up to speak with Persy but then he ditches her almost immediately after they get back to their building?)

I'm a simple man, Joy.

That's something a complicated man always says.

You can change your future, wish to change your past - which isn't too healthy. However, wishing to change other people's past. Wow.

You don't like beds?

They are great, too. I can work with any surface - as long as you know how to work everything else.

You secrete almost the same chemicals when you're jumping out of a plane as when you are having sex.

Can you believe in someone who you just met?

Don't fool yourself. It takes time to accomplish that. Is the other person going to stick around long enough to accomplish that?

It's good to feel like a king, but it's even better to treat her like a queen.

The average American switches careers at least twice in a lifetime.

As long as your circle understands you, the rest don't matter at all.

You blame those guys for liking only the surface, but have you ever shown anyone what is underneath it?

(And that's why they run, right? They can't handle the "real deal" beneath the facade with make-up?)

You can't depend on other people or circumstances to make you happy. If you're holding onto the hope that once you get to date a certain person, or get a raise, or go on vacation that you will be happy - you will never let that feeling fulfill you for real.

"Yes, my parents are Greek mythology junkies. They named their children Eros, Nyx, Calliope, and Persephone. I'm thankful they chose that and not their Star Wars fandom. Can you imagine? I'd be named Yavin or Alderaan. Maybe Tatooine."

"He thinks I'm a nymph."

"I think he meant to say a nymphomaniac. A nymph is a fairy."

"Clearly you don't know men. We are simple creatures. If his best friend was gay and into him, they'd be having sex right now."

"I'm a certified therapist." I glare at him, standing up and walking closer to him. "My advice is sensible but generalized. I don't know my listeners well."

If I ever have children, I'm going to middle name the f#ck out of them. At least give them two. It gives parents time to get into character, before lecturing their kids.