I Don't Want To Have Lived In

Love, What Is Love? I Don't Think You Can Really Put It Into Words. Love Is Understanding Someone, Caring For Him, Sharing His Joys And Sorrows. This Eventually Includes Physical Love. You've Shared Something, Given Something Away And Received Something In Return, Whether Or Not You're Married, Whether Or Not You Have A Baby. Losing Your Virtue Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Know That For As Long As You Live You'll Have Someone At Your Side Who Understands You, And Who Doesn't Have To Be Shared With Anyone Else!

I Wonder If Anyone Can Ever Succeed In Making Their Children Content.

Our Lives Are Fashioned By Our Choices. First We Make Our Choices. Then Our Choices Make Us.

I Know What I Want, I Have A Goal, An Opinion, I Have A Religion And Love. Let Me Be Myself And Then I Am Satisfied. I Know That I’m A Woman, A Woman With Inward Strength And Plenty Of Courage.

In The Book Soldiers On The Home Front, I Was Greatly Struck By The Fact That In Childbirth Alone, Women Commonly Suffer More Pain, Illness And Misery Than Any War Hero Ever Does. An What's Her Reward For Enduring All That Pain? She Gets Pushed Aside When She's Disfigured By Birth, Her Children Soon Leave, Hear Beauty Is Gone. Women, Who Struggle And Suffer Pain To Ensure The Continuation Of The Human Race, Make Much Tougher And More Courageous Soldiers Than All Those Big-mouthed Freedom-fighting Heroes Put Together.