Love is blind. You can follow love, but never let it lead you completely, or you may be swept off your feet or hit by a brick wall before you know you've gone anywhere at all.

You can't see love but you know it's there waiting to pounce on you.

What a coincidence!

Love can't see you, but it knows you're there, waiting for you to pounce on it.

Whether either of you may choose to or not...

It's a good thing love is SOOO predictable...otherwise, we might be some kind of race of intelligent humanoid creatures wondering about love...

It's ten minutes to three in the morning, I'm tired, cold and I want to go to bed...

...better get the coffee going.

(The usual teen's evening)

There are plenty more fish in the sea...the over-fished, shark infested sea...

There's a fine line between hearing voices, telling yourself and others that you hear voices, when really you don't, and whispering to yourself so that you can tell others that you DO hear voices.

Always be true to yourself...unless you're a filthy liar. Then, just...just shaddap and be true to yourself, dammit!

Love itself is a paradox--a wonderful, terrible, impossible, yet ever so plausible paradox.

Well...I'm not complaining...

As everyone ran from the tidal wave that was fear, lies, and the unjust, someone stopped to think...No one ever saw them again...