If a man or a woman puts in an honest day's work, they should to be able to earn a living wage.
No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.
I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.
I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.
It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting.
The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.
The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.
At some of the darkest moments in my life, some people I thought of as friends deserted me-some because they cared about me and it hurt them to see me in pain; others because I reminded them of their own vulnerability, and that was more than they could handle. But real friends overcame their discomfort and came to sit with me. If they had not words to make me feel better, they sat in silence (much better than saying, "You'll get over it," or "It's not so bad; others have it worse") and I loved them for it.
Songwriters tend to make records instead of talking to people.
There is nothing God won't do for the person totally absorbed with pleasing him.
But it is not our place to punish a father for his political beliefs or where he wants to raise his child. Indeed, if we were to start judging parents on the basis of their political beliefs, we would change the concept of family for the rest of time.