All she wanted was a family, all he wanted was fame; as their relationship famished.

No thing, should make you feel like a nothing.

Down the road of hate, at every busted corner lurks the need for love.

Burning bridges behind you is understandable. It's the bridges before us that we burn, not realizing we may need to cross, that brings regret.

Sometimes it's better for a struggling writer to stay single, than to keep hearing, "Oh, your a writer, and you need to spend time in writing? Then go marry your writing!