We lose ourselves, she repeated, forming each word with care, but we find our way back. Wasn’t that the story of her life?
Never give up because when you give up, dreams get lost.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Thinking makes man to be god & GOD to dwell in Man.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.
CHALLENGES MAKE US RISE TO THE OCASSION.
Most men and women born in the fifties or earlier were socialized to believe that marriages and/or committed romantic bonds of any kind should take precedence over all other relationships. Had I been...
My mother told me Homer Ditto was not my father. Nope. Mom had had a fling with some other guy who was my dad. Some dude who didn't stick around too long who Mom was happy to get rid of. She chose Hom...
We have two natures within us, both struggling for mastery. Which one will dominate us? It depends on which one we feed.
I have found so much beauty in the dark,as I have found a lot of horror in the light.