Men want the same thing from women that they want from their underwear… a little support, comfort, and freedom.
Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.
Society has traditionally always tried to find scapegoats for its problems. Well, here I am.
Someone bent on suicide won?t have much sense of humour left.
People don?t want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine arts; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest to reach true perfection.
The problem most people have with resisting temptation is that they never really want to discourage it altogether.
Each success only buys an admission ticket to a more difficult problem.