My parents taught me never to judge others based on whom they love, what color their skin is, or their religion.
Keep an open heart. We are wired to find love.
There were real reasons that you were attracted to somebody originally. The brain doesn't pick willy-nilly. Unless you part ways hating each other for some reason, that mechanism could get triggered again. You can literally fall in love again.
In general, men are wired to notice obvious signs that convey interest in mating - a warm smile, for example - and ignore other subtleties, like if your lipstick is faded.
Men and women are like two feet; they can help each other get ahead.
Romantic love is not an emotion. . . . It's a drive. It comes from the motor of the mind, the wanting part of the mind, the craving part of the mind.
Mothers really were not built to raise babies not only by themselves, but with only a partner. For millions of years, a woman had much more than just her husband to help rear her young. . . This whole idea of 'it takes a village to raise a child' is exactly how we're supposed to live.
Mornings at Blackwater" For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. And always it assuaged me from the dry bowl of the very far past. What I want to say is that the past is the past, and the present is what your life is, and you are capable of choosing what that will be, darling citizen. So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.
Nothing is so improving to the temper as the study of the beauties either of poetry, eloquence, music, or painting.
I rage against Vincent van Gogh for needing to die at 37, after painting for only ten years.
Glasgow Rangers. God I loved playing for them