Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.

Every instance of heartbreak can teach us powerful lessons about creating the kind of love we really want.

The power to bring me out of solitude - or to push me back into it - had never belonged to another person. It was mine and only mine.

Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy?

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