In the quiet of this day may you know the greatness of your spirit and may your hopes fly on the wings of possibility.
And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.
She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.
She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.
Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.
I have always been intrigued by these lives I have never experienced.
If you can make the day, you can do whatever you want.
To me war is something to be outgrown, recognized as immature, wasteful, and so destructive to life that human beings should shun it. . . as they once shunned bubonic plague.
The Republican Party is like the corpse in 'Weekend at Bernies' and the Tea Party is like the two guys who put sunglasses and a party hat on it and drag it around.