The whole Valentine's thing is fine, but you don't back it up right next to the biggest gift-giving holiday of the year. Unbelievable. And we find it acceptable.
Your path lies across the stars.
I have yet to meet a man who has seen my true stars.
I loved him, but I also realized how calm my life was without him.
. . . the human body is much stronger than we think. It seems to laugh at the cobwebs of despair that the heart weaves before our eyes in order to blind us to our fate. The body walks and goes on walking.
I get all tangled up in your ribbons.
What are you going to do?,' he asked me. Me? Nothing. Something has just been broken inside me; you yourself will never be able to repair it.
Because Jesus came to secure for us what we could never secure for ourselves, life doesn't have to be a tireless effort to establish ourselves, justify ourselves, validate ourselves.
No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don’t doubt that I love you and care about your welfare. . . as much as I am able.
You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen where my movies light up.
There has been a struggle to reclaim the African self. That struggle has been on the part of a minority of dedicated African-Americans who never gave up our African identity at no time during our stay here.