If you can wiggle your toes with the mere flicker of an intention, why can't you reset your biological clock?
Car designers are just going to have to come up with an automobile that outlasts the payments.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'.
Sometimes I can't figure designers out. It's as if they flunked human anatomy.
Time. It hangs heavy for the bored, eludes the busy, flies by the for young, and runs out for the aged.
I don't think women outlive men, Doctor. It only seems longer.
If I had my life to live over again, I would have waxed less and listened more. . . . I would have cried and laughed less while watching television. . . and more while watching real life. . . . But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it. . . look at it and really see it. . . try it on. . . live it. . . exhaust it. . . and never give the minute back until there was nothing left of it.
Connect with people, visibly and loudly showcase initiatives that reduce greenhouse gases emissions, nurture youth leaders, or spread the message by raising awareness through campaigns. I am convinced that your contributions will ensure that climate change solutions safely power our - and especially your - future.
It's not volume, nor is it calories that we biologically hunger for. It's micronutrients. And until we receive enough, the hunger signal will continually urge us to eat. Thankfully, there's a simple fix: nutrient-dense food.
My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.
You'd challenge me and lose. You know it, I know it, but you'd still do it. Sometimes your sense of honor confuses the hell out of me.