You shouldn't ask for forgiveness. Because if you ask someone to forgive you, and they do, then that's twice that you've taken something from them. First the betrayal, and then the absolution.
The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.
His management philosophy, tempered in his rain-dancing days, was always to give the project to whoever had the most to gain from success--or the most to lose from failure.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.
I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.
Love is a career with its own stages, rewards, and failures . . . a vocation as concrete as a calling in the Church, worth giving a lifetime to.
I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.
It's a new day. Yesterday's failure is redeemed at the sunrise
This one is named Eve," I said. "And don't check my teeth like I'm your livestock. I bite back.
A direct relationship exists between the caliber of the writing you read and the caliber of the writing you make.
We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.
Life's markers are never just for one moment in time. Every event holds a key. Each builds upon the other and becomes an indicator towards a higher purpose.
Brenda, do you know God loves you? He really does. To Him, you're perfect, absolutely perfect. You always have been.
The alien in my uncle hand obviously taken full control. Soon, it would claw its way out of his stomach and tap dance across my bed
I don't get why prom is like a mini-wedding these days...No one should spend that kind of money for a high school dance.
Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It's pain, It's pleasure, Leave no path untaken.
Well, but you two are dancing around in your iridescent little downpour, whooping and stomping as sane people ought to do when they encounter a thing so miraculous as water.
Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.
Everyone, no matter what their cultural background, has a right to discover the sacred in nature; to heal and be redeemed spiritually by nature; and to revere the ancestors. We are all haunted and saved by our memories.
You can be Eastern or Burmese or what have you, but the function of the body and the awareness of the body results in dance and you become a dancer, not just a human being.
