I’ve never worried about my color. I never had the black thing. If the whole world was like this, maybe there would be more harmony and love. Maybe it is. I don’t have a problem with being black in a white country or being with my people.
It may be that you can not buy love for money – but you can buy something similar to confusion.
Accepting your nose is the first step to self-love.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, itøs probably crap.
My husband has quite simply been my strength and stay all these years, and I owe him a debt greater than he would ever claim.
My mom and dad didn’t love each other, so they were always fighting.
Why fall in love, when you can fall asleep