You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I...
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.
Whining is not only graceless, but can be dangerous. It can alert a brute that a victim is in the neighborhood.
We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.
To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision.
This is the role of the mother. And in that visit I really saw clearly, for the first time, why a mother is really important. Not just because she feeds and also loves and also cuddles... but because...
There are some nights whensleep plays coy,aloof and disdainful.And all the wilesthat I employ to winits service to my side
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my...
Make every effort to change things you do not like. If you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking. You might find a new solution.
Life is going to give you just what you put in it. Put your whole heart in everything you do, and pray, then you can wait.
Just like moons and suns,With certainty of tides,
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise
Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,
A story went the rounds about a San Franciscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he made room for her on the seat. Her explanation was that she would...
A Woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing.She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination
We write for the same reason that we walk , talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans - because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. Tha...
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk...
To those who are given much, much is expected.
No matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I want all my senses engaged. Let me absorb the world's variety and uniqueness.