Folks, tomorrow America will get to hear those four words we've been waiting for: "Former president George Bush".
Speak with the language of love.
Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.
When love is not accepted move on; when love is not appreciated walk away; hopefully time will teach what real, true love is.
You suppose you are the trouble But you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door But you are the key that opens it It's too bad that you want to be someone else You don't see your own face, your own beauty Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.
If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold. If you have a greed for food, you'll be a loaf of bread. This is a subtle truth: Whatever you love, you are.
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
I find it interesting to see people - mostly people who are younger than I am - going to considerable trouble to try to reproduce things from an era that was far more physical, from a less virtual day. That fascinates me, because it seems to be symbolic of something going on in the culture itself, and I also have a sort of innate admiration for the stubbornness it requires to actually make those things physically. It's become incredibly difficult. In North America, we've largely forgotten how to do it.
I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.
Common one, my illuminated one, oh my high in the art of suffering. Take a walk with me.
The main thing going on around intimacy is that we've developed a lot of strategies so we'll be a desirable package.