Doubt is a lot like faith; A mustard's seed worth changes everything.
This is one rule about mixing boys and girls: that a date always comes first.
You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.
Keep marching boys and girls. Keep marching
I hated her out of principle; and that principle was bitterness.
I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.
Her life is lived through the masterpiece of art, that she cannot draw.
but darling if he loved you, would he want to see you cry?
A little misery, at times, makes one appreciate happiness more.
I was like most teenagers. I wanted to look more conventional - you know, to just be the pretty girl in school.
I think all girls in the world wish they were a Parisian girl - that sort of effortless chic confidence and comfort in their own skin.
I'm a normal girl. I don't go out much, and I don't know what is enjoyment.
I'm not trying to make myself look like a girl because I'm not a girl anymore. I'm very happy about being a grown woman.
A lot of girls think they have flaws that really aren't flaws. I've never met a girl who was just so secure about everything.
I wasn't a pretty girl. I was six feet tall at 15, you know.
Where I come from, out in the suburbs, I didn't know anyone who was a professional actor. And girls that looked like me? No girls like that were on TV.
I am obsessed by people. Usually I try to get the girl out of the model instead of the model out of the girl.
I don't want to be remembered as the girl who was shot. I want to be remembered as the girl who stood up.
Well, when I started modeling in the mid-'80s, the girls who did shows did shows, and the girls who did magazines did magazines. That's what was understood.
When girls bully, it's very subtle, and you can't define it. At least with boys, the bullying is usually explicit, and you can deal with it. It's psychological with girls.
Beautiful girls should know how to defend themselves against the advances of gentlemen.
