Because sometimes you have something you need to say but you can’t because the words won’t come out or you get scared or you feel stupid, so if you could write a song and sing it then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself. But all of us can’t be songwriters so some of us will never be able to say what we’re thinking or what we want other people to know we’re thinking so we’ll never get the chance to make things right ever again.
But then I thought maybe it’s not that I’m more beautiful today. Maybe I was just as beautiful yesterday, only I lacked the self-esteem to recognize it.
Those who simply wait for information to find them spend a lot of time sitting by the phone. Those who go out and find it themselves have something to say when it rings.
I don’t really believe in regrets. All my experiences, even the ones that didn’t turn out the way I wanted them to, I firmly believe they were all worth it.
So, in spite of the fact that I told you it was important, you couldn’t find it in your heart to put aside your personal antagonism toward me for one day and help me out.
Tradition is a trap. It allows people to stick their head in the sand. Everything in the past was so quaint, so charming. Times were simpler. Kids didn’t have sex. Neighbors knew each other. It’s a freaking fairy tale. Things sucked then too. It just sucked without indoor plumbing.
Go get him, there he is. If you think that’s the great love of your life, then great … grab a liver treat and a squeaky toy and run to him.
Look, there is no button to push to get you through this. You just gotta jump in and be scared and stick with it until it gets fun.
Boys are so confusing. I don’t know why they say Venus and Mars. I mean, Mars and Venus at least have something in common they’re planets. It’s more like Mars and a bowl of soup.
I’m afraid that once your heart’s involved, it all comes out in moron.
It should be magical. There should be music playing and romantic lighting and a subtle buildup to the popping of the big question. There should be a thousand yellow daisies and candles and a horse and I don’t know what the horse is doing there unless you’re riding it, which seems a little over the top, but it should be more than this.