It’s not about finding your voice, it’s about giving yourself permission to use your voice.
My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real. . . . Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.
Redirect federal spending aimed at fulfilling the terms of the increasingly irrelevant Kyoto Protocol.
The thing that separates a so-so director and a great director is a love and caring for film.
It is only when science asks why, instead of simply describing how, that it becomes more than technology. When it asks why, it discovers Relativity. When it only shows how, it invents the atom bomb, and then puts its hands over its eye and says, My God what have I done?
What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.