They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops. And that’s true. What they don’t tell you, is that once time starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.

I was in love with a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairy tale.

A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him. And in that way he becomes immortal.

The more difficult something became, the more rewarding it was in the end.

I know better than to argue romance with a French woman.