Donald Trump is a genuine outsider.
Dullness is the spice of life. Which is why we must always use other spices.
Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.
She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.
The older you get, the wiser you are - this is true. But you also question what use this wisdom is. y
If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height.
Yes, years of compromise and disappointment have added depth to my acting.
We seek to unify ourselves with the endless light of truth, of God, of nirvana. We recognize the infinite playing through all beings and all forms, but we only have to concern ourselves with ourselves.
I wonder why love is so often equated with joy when it is everything else as well. Devastation, balm, obsession, granting and receiving excessive value, and losing it again. It is recognition, often of what you are not but might be. It sears and it heals. It is beyond pity and above law. It can seem like truth.