People don’t take trips—trips take people.
A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.
Some people will still find a way to create a fire with wet logs.
A little piece of everywhere I go becomes a big part of everything I do.
I have seen travel plans happen only when they were made overnight.
Some things are private. I mean, we're grown-ups now. You don't share everything.
The other person always has a point, Listen to each other, and you'll hear it.
People move on. Friendship end.
Buy calmly and with meaning.
People change. Life changes. It's the way of the world. Maybe it's meant to be.
It's just, there's something compelling about very beautiful people. Especially strong-jawed men with stubble and intense eyes. You fall under their spell and believe anything they say.