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Feelings are something you have; not something you are. — Shannon L. Alder

In my experience, a friend is merely an acquaintance who has yet to betray you. — Joe Abercrombie

I like to think of Doritos as emotional packing material to safeguard the feelings I've swallowed. — Dana Gould

Punk is not really a style of music. It was more like a state of mind. — Mike Watt

Don't do it for the sake of doing it, but don't wait for a fantasy either. — David Levithan

Being cautious is new territory; my specialty was leaping, not looking. These days I pay attention. You can stumble uphill as easily as down. Ice comes in smooth and corrugated. Plastic bags are slippery underfoot. A big dog can knock you to your knees. — Abigail Thomas

Champagne and orange juice is a great drink. The orange improves the champagne. The champagne definitely improves the orange. — Philip The Apostle

Think about it for a brief moment. Suspend disbelief. Wind the clock forward 100 years. Do you think, as a species, we will still be struggling with the things that vex us today? Will we still be arguing about the same stuff? We will still be eating Cocoa Puffs? We are at the end of the beginning. — Brad Feld

How to be happy: Ignore people who think they know more about you than you do. — John Edward

Everything bad that ever happened to him happened because he couldn't read. — Toni Morrison

Here he is, the epitome of self-improvement, like I knew a more primitive and lesser form of him. He wasn't a full person then, but now he is complete.Not completed by me, not at all. He's making damn sure I don't accidentally think that. And he smiles at me, the way you'd smile at a stranger, or at someone you know you're never going to see again, awkward but comforting like the encounter was not as unpleasant as it could have been. I want to snatch a hold of his shoulders and ask if he's fucking kidding me. If he's done. Because it seems to me like he is, but he's not allowed to be if I'm not. — Anna Green

How's your hand?" she asked, as she opened the driver's side door.
Bud tweaked her ear. "You are such a mother hen."
Holly grinned. "So shoot me. I'm practicing for the real thing."
Bud stumbled. The thought of someone else being the father of her children was physically painful.
Holly grabbed his elbow, then slipped an arm around his waist to steady him. "See? You do need a keeper."
Bud gritted his teeth to keep from sweeping her into his arms. "As long as it was you, I guess I wouldn't mind. — Sharon Sala