“You move forward because you have to. Life doesn't stand still. It makes you move on until you want to move on, you know? It'll run you over if you don't move.”— Darian Wilk, amazon.com
“You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.”— Geraldine Brooks, amazon.com
“We don't have to be defined by the things we did or didn't do in our past. Some people allow themselves to be controlled by regret. Maybe it's a regret, maybe it's not. It's merely something that happened. Get over it.”— Pittacus Lore, amazon.com
“Interests change. That’s the reason why he stopped talking to you.”— E.J. Cenita, thoughtcatalog.com
“If you think feelings are sneaking up on you with a casual FWB, be honest. Don't try to stifle them and continue having casual sex with him. That's just a recipe for disaster.”— Zahra Barnes, self.com
“I hate seeing girls cry over a guy like just buy yourself a new highlighter, do your brows and remember who the fuck you are.”— Amaan Shaikh, facebook.com
“At 17 or even 32, nobody is worth stressing over, like move on, leave people behind, go find yourself, the world is yours, life goes on.”— Just An Average Girl, twitter.com
“I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to... I go back to us.”— Amy Winehouse, azlyrics.com
“I don't want to hurt you: I usually say this to a girl who I know likes me a lot more than I like her. It's a subtle tactic to get her to go away without completely breaking her heart.”— Anonymous, facebook.com
“When you delete the unnecessary people from your life, good things will start happening for you and it won’t be a coincidence.”— Soft Grung, twitter.com
“It doesn’t matter how much you love someone, you are never going to be what that person wants you to be.”— Don Miguel Ruiz, amazon.com
“Death and disaster are at our shoulders every second of our lives, trying to get at us. Missing, a lot of the time. A lot of miles on the motorway without a front wheel blow-out. A lot of viruses that slither through our bodies without snagging. A lot of pianos that fall a minute after we've passed.…”— Hugh Laurie, books.google.com