I am accused. I dream of massacres.I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the
I used to be a cool chick but I'm not anymore.
Yesterday I was clever, so I took the glory for me. Today He makes me wise, so I give the glory to Thee
Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.
Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.
Grow your courage by remembering each day is a gift.
Your driver is on the steer, driving you and you can feel free to doze in the car; this is trust built on competence. Competence is to ensure that your actions put people's hearts at ease when things...
We have two natures within us, both struggling for mastery. Which one will dominate us? It depends on which one we feed.
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
A building has integrity just like a man. And just as seldom.
It was an emergency!" Seth blurted. "Read my lips - emergency reading - not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap...