An excuse is the tool our weak self uses to prevent our strongest self from reaching greatness.
I had a stalker who was extremely violent. He broke into the studio with knives and I was locked in a bathroom.
If strength is measured by intelligence, honesty and depth of character, then yes, strong women are hot as hell.
True strength lies in our knowing, individually, what we are, who we are, and what we want.
I know so many people who are so much better at it than I am, and I think I'm a goofier person rather than a serious, dramatic actress, so I probably belong in comedy.
I like everybody at 'Criminal Minds. ' I would like to guest star, but I don't know if that is in the cards.
I've done a show at the Largo Theater called The 'Thrilling Adventure Hour. ' We read, like, radio teleplays. It's a send-up of radio dramas from the '30s and '40s. We just did a Kickstarter for that so that we can do a web series and a concert film.
Who am I? this or the other? Am I one person today and tomorrow another? Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others, and before myself a contemptible woebegone weakling? Or is something within me still like a beaten army fleeing in disorder from a victory already achieved? Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine. Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am thine!
Return to the villages means a definite, voluntary recognition of the duty of bread labour and all its connotes.
I was born in Waukegan a long, long time ago. As a matter of fact, our rabbi was an Indian.
Even in a remote monastery, you may still be remote from the truth! To find the truth, all you need is a sound way of thinking.