personal

The stupidest people suddenly become a little cleverer when we learn that they think well of us

Open your box of blessings and take out something to smile about.

Your names and your photos give you a unique identity. Make and maintain a good name in the hearts of people. Paint good photos in their minds.

Everyone has a unique problem of their own, an issue that follows them throughout life and never goes away. You discover it early and go on to struggle with it for the rest of your life, almost until it eventually becomes an old enemy that you lose the will to fight or hate anymore. And just as every person has their own void, their own haunt or their own unanswered question...they also have the power to turn it into a legacy every bit as profound as they make it.

Disconnect from society__ pressure to conform. Do things your own way.

She was a mystery, personal in her journey but social in her seek; you wouldn't believe the depth in her heart until the day you felt her essence, for the very first time.

That is morality,I make myself imagine that it is personal.

... In our family, if you said the words 'I feel,' they better be followed with 'hungry' or 'cold'. Because we didn't get personal, that's just how it was.

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

It was a strange, wonderful feeling. To discover eyes upon you when you expected no one to notice you at all.

I destroyed myself because I thought no one will destroy me that way but I guess I was wrong... they're stonger.

Hatred is a burden that can hunt you day by day, robbing you off your personal joy in broad day light.

I gain with loss. I grow with hurt

Police officers are well known for their aggressive behaviors, search "Police Officer Angry Aggression Theory". I can speak from personal experience that they do cover up for each other and target individuals that they have a vendetta on. Police Internal Affairs is just an extension of the cover up machine, they uphold very few complaints.

My instinct told me that she didn't want me to understand. What she felt and lived with couldn't be shared or understood by anyone else.