A tiding of magpies: One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

To have my hopes raised and dashed again, it's like cold steel twisting in my gut.

I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that's it. I'm awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.

I'm well aware that there is no job more important than that of raising a child, but the problem is that it isn't valued.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.

Life and light will not let me be.

I sit there on the floor with the picture in front of me and think about how things get broken all the time by accident, and how sometimes you just don't get round to getting them fixed.

I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head.

So who do I want to be tomorrow?

Let's be honest: women are still only really valued for two things--their looks and their role as mothers. I'm not beautiful, and I can't have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless.

Enjoy the peace of Nature and declutter your inner world.

If love is blind

Believe that you are capable of achieving your dreams.

I'm not a queen of anything, you know.

Check up each week on the progress you are making. Ask yourself what mistakes you have made, what improvement, what lessons you have learned for the future.

When I was young I pitied the old. Now old, it is the young I pity.

I was born with success. Lucky for me I am able to handle it. Also, I damn well deserve it!

When a slave begins to take pride in his fetters and hugs them like precious ornaments, the triumph of the slave-owner is complete.

You can prevent your opponent from defeating you through defense, but you cannot defeat him without taking the offensive.

The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.