We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.
More Women's Quote
Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.
May your walls know joy; May every room hold laughter and every window open to great possibility.
[Long hair] is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.
Read not to contradict and confute…nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider.