I look at my hands and go, 'Hmm. . . what happened? Whose hands are those? Oh my God, they're mine'
That I happened to fall into a career that no other girls wanted isn't surprising to me. I wanted something that didn't exist, so I had to create it.
If anything pass in a religious meeting seditiously and contrary to the public peace, let it be punished in the same manner and no otherwise than as if it had happened in a fair or market.
There is female-on-male spouse abuse. There are women who hit their husbands. But there must have been something that caused that because otherwise it wouldn't have happened.
I've had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.
Even convicts, with whom I have spent some time, are not won over in any other way. Whenever I happened to speak sharply to them, I spoiled everything; on the contrary, when I praised them for their resignation and sympathized with them in their sufferings; when I told them they were fortunate to have their purgatory in this world, when I kissed their chains, showed compassion for their distress, and expressed sorrow for their misfortune, it was then that they listened to me, gave glory to God, and opened themselves to salvation.
What happened to Darling’s face? (Kiara) It got his. Repeatedly. (Syn)
What happened in Pakistan was that people were told: You're all Muslim, so now you're a country. As we saw in 1971 with the Bangladesh secession, the answer to that was: 'Oh no, we're not. '
The kid is the best thing that ever happened to me.
I've had a career where I've bounced around a lot between different genres, and I feel very lucky and very blessed that that's happened to me.
I liked you better when you were this timid little kid. What happened?” “I started living with you guys. ” “Oh, right.
Unless you are a part of someone's life every day or even just with them most of the time, you will never really know what they have and had, what happened with them and how they really are, what they do, why they do it that way and what they feel.
What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.
No, no, no, so not getting the point of fear. Because fear wasn't about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.
They would grow up grappling with ways of living with what happened. They would try to tell themselves that in terms of geological time it was an insignificant event. Just a blink of the Earth Woman's eye. That Worse Things had happened. That Worse Things kept happening. But they would find no comfort in the thought.
So many miracles have not yet happened.
Arsenal could have happened, as everybody knows, but I would not do a trial. Who do you think regrets that more - Arsene Wenger or Zlatan?
I'm writing my biography. It's my business. This is what happened in my life, and I'm writing about it.
I'm not suggesting that all men are beautiful, vulnerable boys, but we all started out that way. What happened to us? How did we become monsters of feminist nightmares? The answer, of course, is that we underwent a careful and deliberate process of gender training, sometimes brutal, always dehumanizing, cutting away large chunks of ourselves. Little girls went through something similarly crippling. If the gender training was successful, we each ended up being half a person.
I hate the pigeonholing that's happened in the music business in the last 30 years.