Why do people always want to put their hands on vulnerability? I sped up.

Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there.

It's remarkable the logic we'll build around a misapprehension.

People are less quick to applaud you as you grow older. Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there.

Francine looked up and mouthed, "Thank you." "any titme, " I lied.

The real proof that I have tried to love and that people have tried to love me back was never going to fit in a kitchen drawer.

It's so clear to me now: the memorizing of a fake prayer, the symbolization of objects, the struggle to relate to the invisible - I needed a religion. I was lost.

Perhaps if I'd had God in my life growing up I would have been able to understand the total and complete unfairness of the universe rewarding mean girls

There is a point in most abusive relationships when it occurs to the beaten party that they are guilty of putting their face in the way of someone else's fist.

love is not boastful. But hate? Apparently hate has a big mouth.

I thought of the past and how one should have respect for it, like the elderly.

The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth, --The sweeping up the heart, And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity

Still reading but learning a lot about true education and the process of guiding our children in their educational pursuits.

If sleep wasn't necessary, I would have used those 8 hours to gaze at you.

If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?

God is not a static thing...but a dynamic, pulsating activity, a life, almost a kind of drama. Almost, if you will not think me irreverent, a kind of dance.

Our objective is to position Nissan in the top rank of the car industry. Until we get there, there will be no rest.

The most beautiful thing about music is that it transcends most anything.

There's a sort of dead passion in him. A spark that, had he more years to live, would be a wildfire.

When I was 14, I thought I was the coolest kid in school because I told everyone the jokes in FHM.

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?