We grow despite the horror that we feed upon our own tomorrow. We grow.
Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross and hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.
You were a precious pearl How I loved to see you shine, You were the perfect girl. And you were mine. For a time. For a time. Just for a time.
I am capable of what every other human is capable of. This is one of the great lessons of war and life.
There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.
People will forget what you said People will forget what you did But people will never forget how you made them feel.
Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.
Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now.