Obama's dense as a doorbell; not much going on up there - it's a wooden top.
We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.
You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be.
Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world. . Morgan MacDonnell
Before, you were only a dream. Now you're a dream come true
Alone. 'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.
A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.
America is great because she is good.
We must especially beware of that small group of selfish men who would clip the wings of the American Eagle in order to feather their own nests.
The history of mathematics is a history of horrendously difficult problems being solved by young people too ignorant to know that they were impossible.
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?