Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow

Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

furious flutter awakened hummingbird heart hello hello love

I know. It's shocking to think that the government would try to stick its nose in our ladyparts.

Where's my syllabus to guide me through life?

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

We're all people", he said simply. "It doesn't matter if you're two, thirty-two, or ninety-two. Everyone wants to be treated with respect. Everyone wants to feel like they matter in this world.

I just don't see the point in beating myself up. I think it's more productive to concentrate on being a better person right now than punishing myself for who I was in the past.

Zen cuts straight through the Quidditch match in progress and almost gets taken down by a Beater hurling a Nerf quaffle right at his machopartes.

My thoughts create my world -Marcus Flutie

Jesus Christ is the Son of God.

If you want to celebrate a happy occasion, Do it by helping those who are in need.

A man makes choices, ” Tal said.“True, but what choices a man makes depends on what choices he is offered.

People took some part of us and used it to discriminate against us. In our case, it was our ethnicity; it's precisely the same thing for sexual orientation.

All history has been a history of class struggles, of struggles between exploited and exploiting, between dominated and dominating classes at various stages of social development.

Fashionable dances as now carried on are revolting to every feeling of delicacy and propriety and are fraught with the greatest danger to millions.

She was one of those people who said I don't know anything about music, but I know what I like.

If we lose this war, I'll just start another in my wife's name.

When the music changes, the walls of the city shake.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.