It’s woman’s power, food is. You be sure you know where’n the hook is before swallerin’ it, Dru. You mind me, now.
A woman is a loving mother, a gorgeous daughter, and beautiful angel of imagination.
Honesty is vulnerability. Sadly, not everyone can handle someone’s honesty. However, lying allows people to be comfortable.
But not she. Her eternity is an article of her faith. Great wars and disasters can ebb and flow, races rise and fall, empires wither with suffering and death, but these are superficialities: she, woman, is perpetual, essential; she will go on for ever.
Look for the woman in the dress. If there is no woman, there is no dress.
A man, who unconditionally does agree to the unstated clause that it is only he who has to say always SORRY and never she under any damn situation, is only eligible and entitle to marry a woman.
There are three stupids:
A woman who thinks she does not deserve more, a man who believes he is superior, and a God who considers himself always right.
We are all daughters of God in various stages of construction.
Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.
Sometimes a woman has experienced too much life to have any blush left in her cheeks, but the man who puts it there is someone not easily forgotten.