Interdependence is a choice only independent people can make
Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.
Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.
On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.
The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.
Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.
Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.
The worst was I had little control in terms of smoothing out my questions and making myself look good the way I could in print. All the ums and uhs and rambling and apologies and hyenalike laughter at something that really isn't funny. You know when an artist will crack a joke, and you're like, "That's so hilarious," like, the fawning laughter that you can at least cut when it's print? It's just all out there, and it's really humiliating.
This country is never going to move forward unless we end Republican rule in the House and Senate.
That woman. " Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now.
I consider a work of art as a product of calculations, calculations that are frequently unknown to the author himself.