Hello, harry! She said. Er my names barny, said harry, flummoxed. Oh, have you changed that too? She asked brightly. How did you know ? Oh, just your expression, she said. Like her father, luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you got over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant. At least there were no radishes dangling from her ears.
Love yourself. Just love yourself. In fact, the love of the self cures every kind of problem you have with yourself. For instance, if someone calls you nappy-headed, it rolls right off your body, if you love nappy hair. Or if someone calls you buck-toothed or too black, that won't be a problem if you love being buck-toothed or black. If you love it, then so what. The development of self-love cures many of the ills that people suffer from.
In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn’t focus on any of it. i’ve forgotten everything. no, you haven’t. his voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. he smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. just relax and focus." his reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again.
I look older. maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that i wear all that has happened like a mask. either way, i always thought i would be happy when i stopped looking like a child. but all i feel is a lump in my throat. i am no longer the daughter my parents knew. they will never know me as i am now.
If you take five white guys and put 'em with five black guys, and let 'em hang around together for about a month, and at the end of the month, you'll notice that the white guys are walking and talking and standing like the black guys do. you'll never see the black guys going, "oh, golly! we won the big game today, yes sir!" but you'll see guys with red hair named duffy going, "what's happenin'?"
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.
Though the man-apes often fought and wrestled one another, their disputes very seldom resulted in serious injuries. having no claws or fighting canine teeth, and being well protected by hair, they could not inflict much harm on one another. in any event, they had little surplus energy for such unproductive behavior; snarling and threatening was a much more efficient way of asserting their points of view.