By Alex Morgan
You win some, you lose some, let Karma takes its course.
Never try to ruin someone…That’s bad Karma… Let them ruin themselves, the victory is that much sweeter. You reap what you sow!
Cheat on a good woman and karma makes sure you end up with the bitch you deserve.
A strong woman doesn’t seek revenge. She moves on and lets karma do her dirty work.
I’ve wanted to want it. I should think it would be exciting to become a dissolute woman.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.
There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
The greatest victory has been to be able to live with myself, to accept my shortcomings… I’m a long way from the human being I’d like to be. But I’ve decided I’m not so bad after all.
My look is attainable. Women can look like Audrey Hepburn by flipping out their hair, buying the large sunglasses, and the little sleeveless dresses.
The beauty in a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart; the place where love resides.
My greatest ambition is to have a career without becoming a career woman.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!
A woman can be beautiful as well as intellectual.
She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand for victory will be ours.
My poetry is a declaration of war, not an exordium to defeat. It is not the defeated soldier’s drumbeat of despair, but the fighting warrior’s will to win. It is not the de- spirited voice of dejection but the stirring shout of victory.
Men are by nature merely indifferent to one another; but women are by nature enemies.
You must play boldly to win.