Anyone Can Live In A House, But

Each Of Us May Think We Know Exactly What We Need To Make Us Happy, What Will Be Good For Us, What Will Ensure We Have Our Happy Ending, But Life Rarely Works Out In The Way We Expect, And Our Happy Ending May Have All Sorts Of Unexpected Twists And Turns, Be Shaped In All Sorts Of Unexpected Ways

Every Time My Dreams Threaten To Become Reality, Something Always Happens And I End Up Alone.

It's About Thinking That Being Blonde And Slim And Perfect Will Automatically Bring You Happiness, And Then Discovering That Life Is Full Of As Many Disappointments As There Were Before.

Fantasies Are Absolutely Safe, As Long As You Never Try To Make Them A Reality.

I Wish I Could Be Hard And Cynical. That I Could Take Things Slowly, Not Give Too Much Of Myself, Because I'd Be So Frightened Of Getting Hurt That There Wouldn't Be Any Other Way. But No. Every Time I Meet Someone I Dive In Headfirst, Showering Them With Love And Attention, And Hoping That This Time They're Going To Be Different.