All great acheivements require time.
A wise woman wishes to be no one's enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone's victim.
The music was my friend, my lover, my family.
I think we ought to give ourselves more time. We should be more patient with ourselves and with each other.
A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.
We may encounter many defeats, but we must not be defeated. It may even be necessary to encounter the defeat, so that we can know who we are.