I just needed time alone with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My wishes before I die, to fulfill my mission on earth; The writing of my life stories to inspired present and future generations.
I Don't Waste My Time Doing Crosswords, As My Life Is The Only Puzzle I Care To Resolve!
I've always maintained my name will not define my films, my films will define my name. But I wish I was called Steve, or something else.
My most important title is still “mom-in-chief.” My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the center of my world.
I have a coach but there's nobody at my level in Gaza. I have to do most of my training sessions on my own.
At the crossroad in my life, I didn't know which way to go. I just mindlessly choose a random direction... then, after regretting my decision I tried to retrace my steps. However, without even realizing it the sun had already set.
In my dream a burning desire Like the lights from a diamond Make my life ever precious That is my love.
I can't listen to my own voice. I change my voicemail on my machine literally every week because I'm so obsessed with getting the right tone of voice.
My past is my wisdom to use today... my future is my wisdom yet to experience. Be in the present because that is where life resides.
My decision to look seriously at elected office is grounded in a deep commitment to public service and my experience - both my own and that of my family - in finding just, practical, and bipartisan solutions to difficult challenges.
I write about my life and my own experience, but I also write about things that I have no knowledge of whatsoever.
My DVR, like, sees inside my soul, and inside my soul is a 65-year-old retired woman. So there's Food Network, HGTV and 'Golden Girls' reruns. And 'Roseanne.'
I can't be a spokesman for anything other than my own concerns. I have to be free to wrestle with my own preoccupations, and if I'm bringing any political awareness to that process, that mitigates my freedom.
I never complain. I chose the road of fighting with the Ukrainian oligarchy in 1996, and have paid for this with my freedom and that of my husband, my father and my close friends.
If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.
My teacher said my brain was the size of a pea. He made my life miserable by singling me out in the classroom as a failure.
My family life and my ideals, my commitment to the community and to other people - all people - has been improved. I think less about myself and more about my community today.
My family was absolutely supportive. I did have a fear of cold reads because of my dyslexia, but my family's support and reading classes really helped me overcome my fear!
Indeed, most magicians catch the bug as kids. My first audience was my family in Long Island. My first 'assistant' was my mother, whom I levitated on a broom in our living room.
I grew up in a family with two very strong women, my mother and my older sister, and they were big influences on my life.
