Temptation cannot exist without the concurrence of inclination and opportunity.
I say you hurt me. You say I scorned you. We say we care. It begins. The conversation begins.
Everytime I say "sure" when I mean "no," everytime I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter "T-E-A-M, Yea, Team.
Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me. "
What is haunting is that people fallen off the train threaten those who remain on board.
The question arises as to whether it is possible not to live in the world of men and still to live in the world.
Sometimes I feel like a sisterless child.
If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.
If you develop an ear for sounds that are musical it is like developing an ego. You begin to refuse sounds that are not musical and that way cut yourself off from a good deal of experience.
He (God) doesn't need me, but He desires me.
We are actually more afraid of change than we are of death