How you define a problem shapes how you address it.
No matter how bad it gets, I can always rise up.
It's the quiet, humble guy that's not saying anything. That's the really dangerous one.
I find motivation anytime I need it, no matter how bad I’m hurting I can push through anything
I think about a storm rolling in with black clouds and I visualize the lightning and try to draw energy from that, and I think: all I have to do is beat this man until he stops moving, then I can go home to my son.
The only thing you can do is prepare the best you can and then just accept. . . stuff happens.
I want whoever has the title in a couple of months.
To express truth is to write naturally, forcibly, and delicately.
Job's forthright indictment of the injustice of this world is surely right. The ways of the world are weird and much more unpredictable than either scientists or theologians generally make things look.
Wasting time with the wrong person is just time wasted.
Darkness coiled between what he wanted them to believe and the self he despised. It only made him more alone. How could you save someone when he didn't let you kno him? What a waste. The beauty he murdered in this place. He could never see what he had, only what he failed to achieve.