weeping. . . betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure.
From the outside, I seem happy a lot. But, I'm human and it's not possible to always be happy.
Never give up! All you have to do is try again.
I don't even have a moment where I felt like I wanted to give up
Honestly, my personality is cool and easy-going. But once I started wearing skirts and put on some make up, I transform into that sexy kind of person.
If I am good, people compliments me that my voice is like a CD, but whenever my voice condition is not as well and do some mistakes. . . . I tend to sacrifice myself for my next album.
I liked flowers but I never wore clothes with flower prints. Through those flowers, I was actually able to show my gracefulness as a girl.
In its essence, Martin Luther King Jr. 's ‘I Have a Dream' speech is one citizen's soul-searing plea with his countrymen––Whites and Blacks––to recognize that racial disparities fueled by unwarranted bigotry were crippling America's ability to shine as a true beacon of democracy in a world filled with people groping their way through suffocating shadows of political turmoil, economic oppression, military mayhem, starvation, and disease.
Climbing is often group activity and it's always inspiring to see how other people, who share your passions, do things.
If these laws [in the Bible] belonged to any other ancient culture we would approach them very differently. We need not bother to reject the code of Hammurabi. Presumably it is because Moses is still felt to make some claim on us that this project of discrediting his law is persisted in with such energy. The unscholarly character of the project may derive from the supposed familiarity of the subject.
So, this is how it's become? This is how I've become? A walking contradiction? I'm surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it's like I don't know what to do with it, I don't know how to be a normal person anymore.