You know, I preferred you as an evil monk. Would have made killing you a whole lot easier.
Pain is hard to bear. . . . But with patience, day by day, Even this shall pass away.
In all our losses, all our gains, In all our pleasures, all our pains, The life of life is: Love remains. In every change from good to ill,- If love continues still, Let happen then what will.
Once in Persia reigned a king Who upon his signet ring Graved a maxim true and wise, Which if held before the eyes Gave him counsel at a glance Fit for every change and chance. Solemn words, and these are they: "Even this shall pass away. "
Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him. you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.
I won a noble fame; But with a sudden frown, The people snatched my crown, And, in the mire, trod down My lofty name.
Pleasure comes, but not to stay;Even this shall pass away.
Once, when I was younger, I thought I could be someone else. I'd move to Casablanca, open a bar, and I'd meet Ingrid Bergman. Or more realistically - whether actually more realistic or not - I'd tune in on a better life, something more suited to my true self. Toward that end, I had to undergo training. I read The Greening of America, and I saw Easy Rider three times. But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn't anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return.
I couldn't care less what anybody says about me. I live my life, especially my personal life, strictly for myself. . . . Whatever you do, you're going to be criticized. I feel the one sensible thing you can do is try to live in a way that pleases you.
Anger infests Lee Bowyer's simple mind. He could get sent off playing solitaire.
Here bloom red roses, dewy wet, And beds of fragrant mignonette.