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.
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.
Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, itøs probably crap.
Why fall in love, when you can fall asleep
My mom and dad didn’t love each other, so they were always fighting.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
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.