Women are inferior. And God likes it that way.
Satisfaction is transient – an interim state of mind.
Too many worries will take your pretty away.
The problems with lies is they start to pile up, one on top of another, until it’s hard to find your way out from under the heap.
Falling in love can happen to complete strangers. Staying in love requires being best friends and that means accepting the person beneath the veneer.
Afraid to die loveless. Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that’s how you’ll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. Do you think hell is fiery? I don’t. I think hell is frozen.
No rest for the wicked, which must include me.
Life isn’t fair, and luck? That is something you create.
The future expected you. Now it mourns for you.
It doesn’t matter how the gun fell into the wrong hands. It only matters that it did.
It’s not easy to get close to anyone... Everyone’s afraid of everybody else... maybe because we’re all afraid of ourselves.
But if there is a hereafter, one my father has been welcomed into, it must be a godless wasteland.
I have no right to love you, but I do.
Can ‘love and obey’ possibly go together?
Perfection is a ridiculous goal because there is no such thing. Real beauty is what you are inside.
Nobody seems to care that with every push to live up to their expectations, my own dreams vaporize.
What I don’t like is what it sometimes takes to win. Backstabbing. Manipulation. Out-and-out bribery once in a while, and not always the monetary kind.
Yes, it takes two to dance. But somebody has to lead.
Girls get Screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they’re always on the short end of things. The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feel cheap for doing exactly what they beg for.
I’m afraid it will never be perfect again. I am indelibly stained. Forever redefined, but blurred around the edges.