I don't have anything against my mom, but my family has no emotional connection to each other.
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
why are webkinz stuffed aniamles.
Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.
I only reflect What you don't want to see I only react When you disagree Althoughh I am often ignored Knowledge is what I tell So if you are to listen You and I will never fail!
I thought marriage was something very quiet and very regular and very bourgeois.
I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?
If a cat does something, we call it instinct if we do the same thing, for the same reason, we call it intelligence.
Of course, Third World leaders love you. By ascribing third world ills to First World sins, you absolve them of blame for their countries' failure to advance.
To create the power of competence without creating a corresponding direction to guide the use of that power is bad education.
Why did Benjamin Franklin throw his clock out of the window?
A lot of what I've been learning in the last two years is due to therapy - about my sexuality, why things go wrong, why relationships haven't worked. It isn't anything to do with anybody else it's to do with me.
Just as courage imperils life, fear protects it.
ther is a red house a blue house and a green house redhouse one is made of brick bluehouse one is made of stone and the greenhouse one is made of what?
I think laughter may be a form of courage. As humans we sometimes stand tall and look into the sun and laugh, and I think we are never more brave than when we do that.
Society cannot share a common communication system so long as it is split into warring factions.
The greatest pleasure of life is love.
Marriage is a gamble, let's be honest.
There was a man that was all red every thing was red on him but. How is he still blue
Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.
Mr. Smith, and his son, Arthur Smith were both driving in a freeway when they suddenly crashed. The father, Mr. Smith dies instantly, but his son Artur is rushed to a local hospital. Arthur is about to be operated on and the old surgeon comes out and says, "I cannot operate on this boy. He's my son Arthur" How is this popssible?
I'd like to see the health care professionals making decisions, not some bureaucrat in Indianapolis working for an insurance company.
There are a pound of feathers, and a pound of seashells. What weighs more?
The paradox of education is precisely this - that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.