Maybe that’s what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish
Unhappy people do not like it when a fellow unhappy person becomes happy
To whom much has been given, much is required
One of the hardest things to say in life is the very first hello, and the very last goodbye
I am not sugar and spice and everything nice.
I am art.
I am a story.
I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights and normal nights.
I was baby. I am child. I will be mother.
I don’t mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition.
I am a rich pie strong with knowledge.
I will not be eaten.
Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow
Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye
You’re wishin’ too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be
There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling, I had to believe whatever clocks said—and calendars