Old is man when he is born and young, young ever after.

I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.

From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked.

I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm, Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.

Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.

Hoarding kings are to be pitied in their lifetimewhen they can't take their richesto the

O I will accompany the windUntil the chainOf my white bonesDrifts like fine sandAnd I become compassing.I become the

A circle's unity and never ending smoothness is how we can aim to feel inside. Smooth, gentle, accepted, no rough edges, only love for all parts of our selves.

You are the most magnificent flower. Your beauty is immeasurable and incredible. The universe created you with all of her love and power to see herself in you.

The birth of a new born baby is a great joy.

I think there has been a great deal of valuable revisionism in women's history.

Play is the work of children. It's very serious stuff.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

If you don't start drinking, I'm gonna leave.

It is, we believe, Idle to hope that the simple stirrup-pump Can extinguish hell.

No matter what, I'm going to ask for more.

What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?