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“How you present your hair,” Sabina lectured, “tells the world how well you take care of yourself.” “Or it tells the world that your priority is your vanity,” Uma argued.
I love this line! It is just the kind of exchange I still have with my mom (97) when I (67) go to visit her! What do I care if the world knows I take care of myself? They don't want to know me because of my hairstyle? Then, why would I want to know them? Anyway, it struck me well.
“You haven’t lived if you are not trying to forget.”
If we never do anything we regret, have we really put ourselves out there? Have we taken a chance on love or whatever comes our way? I think I am more likely to regret the things I could have done and didn't than the things I did that maybe I shouldn't have.
To fear is to torture yourself.”
It is self torture because it is totally self inflicted. Overcoming fear is a huge step in self development. Not that I will be jumping out of a perfectly able plane anytime soon.
The English language is complex and simple at the same time. It’s the meaning of the word that matters. Language lives and evolves with every utterance. Does it matter where the apostrophe goes if you understand the meaning from the sentence? And the labels. Noun: a person, place, or thing, but not always. Hope is a noun. So is murder.
I found this one good because I have a real thing about where an apostrophe goes! I may try to have more grace for misplaced apostrophes in the future.
Once you are over the age of 30 you can no longer blame the past or your parents for the way you are. Fix yourself, it’s within your control.
Amen, but it may take awhile.
Groups of tourists posed for photos on the steps next to the two sculptures—both of women, one holding a globe and the other a paintbrush and palette.
This suddenly brought to mind a memory of Louisa May Alcott's book "An Old Fashioned Girl" and a scene where the protagonist, Polly, takes her friend, Fran, to visit a sculptor named Rebecca who is working on a statue of a woman who is to be "bigger, lovelier, and more imposing than any we see nowadays, and at the same time, she is a true woman." We are still working on this ideal.
She sat up. “So are yours. They look soft.” She reached up and stroked her fingers over his lips. “They are. You must use lip balm.” “Carmex.” “Good for you.” She smiled widely. “You’re so pretty, Sam.”
LOL, I use Carmex! Who knew it would appear in a novel?!
