In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.

yet if you had a desire for good or beautiful thingsand your tongue were not concocting some evil to sayshame would not hold down your eyesbut rather you would speak about what is just

their heart grew coldthey let their wings down

]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray

Someone will remember us I sayEven in another time

Evening you gather backall that dazzling dawn has put asunder:you gather a lamb, gather a kid, gather a child to its mother.

Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.

Hope like the gleaming taper's light adorns and cheers our way And still as darker grows the night emits a lighter ray.

You don't have to have a thigh gap to be beautiful. It is possible to love your body the way it is.

I always felt my emancipation into truly being a grown-up was when I had to figure out how to fold up a king-size fitted bottom sheet on my own.

I've worked a lot during the night. But I don't sleep in the day either.

General, unless he offers us honorable terms, come back and let us fight it out!

Benedict may not be as hurt as he really is.

At a certain point, you have to stop being precious with your material and be cruel and harsh and judgmental.

I think sometimes older people wind up being a little childlike. They've done their time, now they get to do what they want.

Experience by itself teaches nothing.