The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!

Moshing and broken glass just don’t go together.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

It isn’t enough for your heart to break because everybody’s heart is broken now.

Love is something that hangs up behind the bathroom door and smells of Lysol.

Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

If you love something set it free, but don’t be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.