Although, 's origin circa 1627 made me still love the word, even if I'd ruined its applicability to my connection with Snarl. (I mean !) Like, I could totally see Mrs. Mary Poppencock returning home t...
It's hard to show you that I tried unless you end up succeeding.
When the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.
There's no such thing as ready, there's only willing.
Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.
That's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We're just so damn good at reading them wrong.
Ludzie którzy są dla nas ważni pozostawiają w nas ślady.
Her hand traces down the zipper line and I say, Slow. Because this is not a rush. This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening. And this is ours.
But, you see, that's the luxury of being a lout - you get to be selective about when you care and when you don't. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow.
The secret tactic of a good hard bargainer is to know when to compromise.
All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless
Marzenie odłożone na później to marzenie, którego sobie odmawiamy.
There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good-humour.
The universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.
It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning.
I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.
Goodwill shouldn't be just for men. It should also apply to women and children, and all animals, even the yucky ones like subway rats. I'd even extend the goodwill not just to living creatures but to...
Why do you lie I ask her.To block the truth.Fair enough.Naomi goes on. Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the t...
When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?
This is about as far as I can go without some sarcasm creeping in. But before it does, I must say, with utmost sincerity, that your cookies are good enough to bring some of these wax statues back to l...