Sadly, the timing's never been right. There have been men who would have married me but I didn't feel the same, and vice versa.
I've probably cried with a lot of songs - in teenage crushes, adult crushes.
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.
I lost a boyfriend over Elmore James. You know that moment when you send mixtapes at fifteen? He sent me pop hits, and I sent him Elmore James, and I never heard from him again.
People who can't kiss had everything given to them.
Absence - that common cure of love.
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
You either have to sing about being scorned by a lover or sing about thinking a boy is cute and wanting him to notice you. That's about as edgy as you can get.
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
My wife sent her photograph to the lonely hearts club. They sent it back, said they weren't that lonely.
He has so often told me he is madly in love with me, but what does that mean when I haven't had a good word from him in three months?
That's the dating world. You just keep losing. Everyone does.
I need you more than he did. I don't expect you to love me as you did him.
I really never stopped thinking about Ellen, because I just haven't felt that kind of energy with anyone in my life.
When a woman like that whom I've seen so much, All of a sudden drops out of touch; Is always busy and never can, Spare you a moment, it means a man.
The woman who does not choose to love should cut the matter short at once, by holding out no hopes to her suitor.
Breakups just hit you harder when you're younger. When I was a teenager, it felt like the most depressing thing in the world if a boy I was infatuated with didn't like me back!
I thought I was loved.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
It's probably the worst feeling in the world, when you're deeply and madly in love with a woman and you know she's not feeling you the same way, and you don't know why.
I've been texting for a year with a couple of guys without ever going on a date with them.
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
I do like men and I had, you know, a guy in high school that I wanted to marry desperately. He's the mayor of some small town in Texas. I could be the mayor's wife right now.
We're always looking at this love through the eyes of the person who is suffering because of this love.
I've definitely been obsessed with a couple of girls. They didn't work out.
