Experience is a good teacher, but she sends in terrific bills.
I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.
Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.
I think i should get love inked on my skin. Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.
She is a warrior capable of slaying the demons in life. She is a pioneer capable of choosing her own path. She is a trailblazer capable of achieving new horizons. Just give her some time and see her bedazzle the world.
A virtuos woman is not moved by big names and flamboyance, but only men of profound wisdom and integrity move her.
She was a good person with a bad mouth, She has spent her life hiding behind the blades she grew on the tip of Her tongue, Some called her bitch, while others took many steps away from her madness. But rare and few are those who could always find a way to see how genuine her heart is and How pure her soul is. It only took one look through her eyes to see how such eyes could never lie, Never fake, And never pretend ….
Once upon a time She tried so hard to fix him And in the moment he was fixed He simply left She blossomed in the dirty pond And still is a beautiful flower She was drown Trying to teach him how to swim
A story meant to motivate all and sundry irrespective of their circumstances
He had never seen anyone live so magically and yet leave no trace of it until he met her.
They lied to her every day saying that she can't fly. And the most painful thing about it was, she believed it till the end.
She was his favorite sin. She was not a habit for him anymore, she was an obsession.
She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine.
Angels keep weeping in her soul; For the way they couldn’t save her from herself nor the devilish things she does unwillingly love…
She is my intoxication!
When she laughs the world stops for a while!
She loves relentlessly. It’s the way of her being. She is love and it’s her mightiest strength.
She sauntered in the August rain With an endless rhythm of pain, With a desire to run To reach his arms that warmed her, Like sweet summer's sun!
I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, 'Where's the self-help section?' She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.
Had there not been a Mary Todd, there would not have been an Abraham Lincoln. She found him when he was a young lawyer and really a bumpkin. No one knew of him, but she recognized his brilliance.