Poetic, rueful, hilarious (or all three)—share these sentiments with someone you adore.
Excerpted from Six-Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak.
Where he is, I am home.
In hindsight, I’d still choose you.
Love: eight pounds and six ounces.
Much married, fourth time is charmed.
Wonder-filled, and never a dull torment.
Marriage, children, empty nest: Now what?
Endurance is an expression of love.
Everyone’s crazy except you and me.
I’m your one that got away.
—Mary Elizabeth Williams
He e-mailed again, and I deleted.
No, you can’t have the toaster.
May I have the last dance?
He told me he was single.
My heart is my strongest muscle.
He’s Velcro, I’m Teflon…love endures!
Her beautiful eyes…my guiding light!
My life’s accomplishments? Sanity, and you.
What once were two, are one.
What do you want for dinner?
Hired me. Fired me. Married me.
We belly laugh every single day.
Moved in. No ring. Moved out.
Portland, she decided; I, the Bronx.
I searched him on Google. Nothing.
Love means lying about my weight.
Hearts never look both ways first.
A kiss can write a secret.
Some people like to travel by train because it combines the slowness of a car with the cramped public exposure of an airplane.
I think my pilot was a little inexperienced. We were sitting on the runway, and he said, “OK, folks, we’re gonna be taking off in a just few—whoa! Here we go.”
“I can’t wait until your vacation is over.” —Everyone following you on Instagram
A man knocked on my door and asked for a donation toward the local swimming pool. So I gave him a glass of water.
Comedian Greg Davies
Just found the worst page in the entire dictionary. What I saw was disgraceful, disgusting, dishonest, and disingenuous.
Client: We need you to log in to the YouTube and make all our company videos viral.
My cat just walked up to the paper shredder and said, “Teach me everything you know.”
“Just because you can’t dance doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dance.” —Alcohol
@yoyoha (Josh Hara)
My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned 60 and that’s the law.
Q: What do you call an Amish guy with his hand in a horse’s mouth?
A: A mechanic.