Fate is just another word for people's choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.
Tiffanie DeBartoloMaybe Iโm weak for music men. Maybe Iโm weak, period. But I couldnโt deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.
Tiffanie DeBartoloWeโre all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But itโs all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.
Tiffanie DeBartoloI hate that word, CANโT. I wish it had never been dreamed up, spoken, or defined. I wish the concept of CANโT could be eradicated not only from language, but more importantly from the psyche of a girl who I know is filled with so much CAN it seeps out of her pores and scents the air.
Tiffanie DeBartoloWe had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy.
Tiffanie DeBartoloI am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we're drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall--they're magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I'm no scientist so I don't really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we're drawn to stuff we've already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.
Tiffanie DeBartolo