I'm not to be confused with Natasha Henstridge in 'Species,' where I just emerge out of the weird alien womb looking amazing. I really rely heavily on my black outfits and my gold chains to give me sort of a thing.
Christmas renews our youth by stirring our wonder. The capacity for wonder has been called our most pregnant human faculty, for in it are born our art, our science, our religion.
[...] The negative turned positive, black misery sublimated into heightened consciousness, suffering into solidarity!
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
The powe if fate is something terrible. It cannot be escaped--not with wealth or by war, not with a tower ir a sea-lashed black ship.
He doesn't have anything like wisdom of age or hindsight. He's a biased historian of self, an emotional revisionist. We all are, for the most part.
I was an abusive, selfish, needy, angry asshole. Now I'm just kind of selfish, a little less angry, occasionally needy, with flights of asshole. I've grown.
Oh, that's the pot calling the kettle black. Amusement flowed through the connection as Seth said, Or it's the pot calling the pot a pot.
We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here," I whisper. "Are you getting your ax?" "Handcuffs." "Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.
Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.
I really think guys only need two pairs of shoes. A nice pair of black shoes and a pair of Chuck Taylors.
Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.
You know if the U.S. Government wanted to boost the economy there's a simple solution make Black Friday the refund date for your state and federal taxes
Sketchy black van? Weird stalking of my house? What are you going to do next, offer me some candy?
Divorce becomes a holy moment when you choose to use it as a catalyst for having an extraordinary life.
Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.
But what I did sense was an emptiness like a black hole inside of him, and there was no predicting what might emerge from a place like that.
Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
Do you have to find the evil in yourself in order to truly recognize it in the world?
When you are deep in misery, you reach out to those who can help, people who can understand.
We have a racially based justice system that overpunishes, fails to rehabilitate, and doesn't make us safer.
