放弃
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Never, ever give up.
Don't cry to quit, cry to keep going.
Don’t cry to quit, cry to keep going.
Don't cry to quit, cry to keep going.
A moment is sucked away, distorted, is no longer itself, has lost its body, has abandoned its soul.
Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.
Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.
The feminist movement has led women to believe that they can have it all—career, family, and personal fulfillment. But the reality is that something has to give.
