Even when I was in my 20s and at my most beautiful, I was never obsessed with my looks. I didn't dye my hair or wear make-up.
Beware of feedback from friends whose judgments could be tainted by feelings of envy or the need to flatter.
I never allowed my fear to limit me.
A thug is what I want and a thug is what I need. And my friends don't understand, and I think it's jealousy.
You gotta be smart enough to pick up the information as you go.
I'm not a gangster, I'm not a thug. . I'm just me and if I feel like someone is trying to hurt me. . yeah I'm gonna hurt 'em. . if you come and you ain't coming right I'm gonna blow your head off.
God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain.
Yoga does not remove us from the reality or responsibilities of everyday life but rather places our feet firmly and resolutely in the practical ground of experience. We don't transcend our lives; we return to the life we left behind in the hopes of something better.
Socialism is in no way a curate's egg
I can be normal by myself; no one notices me.
Happiness has got to be paid for. You're paying for it, Mr. Watson–paying because you happen to be too much interested in beauty. I was too much interested in truth; I paid too.