I kind of think that he [Prince] was pleased because he allowed [When Doves Cry] to be done.
sometimes you just gotta trust that your secret's been kept long enough.
She endured. And survived. Marginally, perhaps, but it is not required of us that we live well.
Old Magic, Old Ways, the Old Ones themselves often seem powerless in a new place.
Who sees the other half of Self, sees Truth.
A Child of Happiness always seems like an old soul living in a new body, and her face is very serious until she smiles, and then the sun lights up the world. . . . Children of Happiness always look not quite the same as other children. They have strong, straight legs and walk with purpose. They laugh as do all children, and they play as do all children, they talk child talk as do all children, but they are different, they are blessed, they are special, they are sacred.
For a story to be told, it must be told properly, and to tell a story properly, it must be told with respect.
Behind every great man there stands a great woman. Behind every great woman is a great behind.
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
The only thing that I can personally turn to is compassion, gentleness, a willingness to allow myself to be angry instead of like why am I so angry. It's so embarrassing. I've got to let this go. I'm not going to be a good person if I walk around angry like this.
The victor belongs to the spoils.