Alfa Quotes

     Illicit flight Alfa Bravo Charlie quickly reached a predetermined altitude and stopped dead. The passengers on board screamed the way people do on fairground rides. The shuttle hesitated momentarily and then shot forward accelerating rapidly to reach a blistering 145,222 miles per hour. They were in a Mach 22 situation. The cries from on-board could not be heard from the ground. Neither did anyone in the great metropolis of Llar witness the bright blue vapour trail the craft left behind in its wake. It was after all overcast and raining heavily.

     ‘The onboard computer just wants to say a few words before we leave.’      The speakers in the cabin crackled into life. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you on-board the presidential shuttle for tonight’s illicit flight, Alfa Bravo Charlie. I would just like to say it’s a pleasure to meet you all and thank you so much for coming here tonight to steal me. To be honest I don’t get out much these days so this is something of a special occasion.’      ‘It will be for us too if we get caught,’ Semilla said sardonically.

There is lonely, and there is alone time. I have found that both have etched character upon my soul.

It’s a nice dick,” Bambi said. “Oh my god, would you please not stare at my alfa’s junk?” “He’s pretty good with it too,” Jessie said. Joe growled at both of them as he followed his mate. Bambi laughed as Jessie flipped him off.

Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in place. "Nick? You all right?" He didn't respond. Kyrian moved around him until he stood in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Nick's face. "Kid?" Nick blinked before he met Kyrian's gaze. "I'm not worthy," he said in a breathless tone. Baffled by his comment, Kyrian stared at him. "What?" Nick gestured towards his cars. "Dude that's a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and a Bentley. And I'm not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that's real gold trim in the Bugatti. There's more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn't even be breathing the same air." Kyrian laughed at his awed tone. "It's all right, Nick. I need you to clean them." "Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What if I scratch them?" "You won't" "Nah I might. Those aren't cars, Kyrian. Those are works of art. I'm talking serious modes of transportation." "I know, and I drive them all the time." "No, no, no, no, no. I can't touch something so fine. I can't" Kyrian cuffed him on the shoulder. "Yes, you can. They don't bite, and they need to be washed.

She's fire...but she will not burn you. She knows all too well how it feels to live with ashes.

There are blondes and blondes and it is almost a joke word nowadays. All blondes have their points, except perhaps the metallic ones who are as blond as a Zulu under the bleach and as to disposition as soft as a sidewalk. There is the small cute blonde who cheeps and twitters, and the big statuesque blonde who straight-arms you with an ice-blue glare. There is the blonde who gives you the up-from-under look and smells lovely and shimmers and hangs on your arm and is always very tired when you take her home. She makes that helpless gesture and has that goddamned headache and you would like to slug her except that you are glad you found out about the headache before you invested too much time and money and hope in her. Because the headache will always be there, a weapon that never wears out and is as deadly as the bravo’s rapier or Lucrezia’s poison vial. There is the soft and willing and alcoholic blonde who doesn’t care what she wears as long as it is mink or where she goes as long as it is the Starlight Roof and there is plenty of dry champagne. There is the small perky blonde who is a little pal and wants to pay her own way and is full of sunshine and common sense and knows judo from the ground up and can toss a truck driver over her shoulder without missing more than one sentence out of the editorial in the Saturday Review. There is the pale, pale blonde with anemia of some non-fatal but incurable type. She is very languid and very shadowy and she speaks softly out of nowhere and you can’t lay a finger on her because in the first place you don’t want to and in the second place she is reading The Waste Land or Dante in the original, or Kafka or Kierkegaard or studying Provençal. She adores music and when the New York Philharmonic is playing Hindemith she can tell you which one of the six bass viols came in a quarter of a beat too late. I hear Toscanini can also. That makes two of them. And lastly there is the gorgeous show piece who will outlast three kingpin racketeers and then marry a couple of millionaires at a million a head and end up with a pale rose villa at Cap Antibes, an Alfa-Romeo town car complete with pilot and co-pilot, and a stable of shopworn aristocrats, all of whom she will treat with the affectionate absent-mindedness of an elderly duke saying goodnight to his butler.

Her mind is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.

Lost is not a place. It's a soul in paralysis... waiting to feel moved.

I had no regrets for those that had let me go. You see, I wanted the one that couldn't.

Kid?” – Kyrian “I’m not worthy.” – Nick “What?” – Kyrian “Dude, that’s a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and Bentley. And I’m not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that’s real gold trim in the Bugatti. There’s more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn’t even be breathing the same air.” – Nick

Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was, took awhile to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasn't less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle.

How to raise sons who respect women: Never give them the opportunity to see you disrespect yourself.

I know my worth. I’ve paid dearly for every ounce of it.

I never needed a Man. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who wasn't afraid of my strengths, or of my needs. I chose wrong... in the past. I thought I had to find someone who could put up with my hunger for life. But I was so damn wrong. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who would admire all the things about me that tepid men were intimidated by.

Love yourself. That kind of love can get you through anything.

We, Brandy and Alfa and me, we've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first. I have no native tongue.

por muy contentos que estuvieran mis padres de tenerme con ellos, yo era el alfa y la omega de su sufrimiento.

¿Tienes idea de cómo es crecer en un lugar donde todo el mundo está esperando a ver qué dices, sólo para poder estar de acuerdo contigo? [...] Es extremadamente aburrido. Nunca nadie te desafía o expresa una opinión diferente. Nunca nada te cuesta esfuerzo. Nacer para ser un “alfa” es eso: nacer para mandar. Para que todo el mundo se calle cuando tú hablas, baje la cabeza y obedezca. Todo es tan fácil, y tan aburrido, que al cabo de un tiempo llegas a odiarlo. -- Nikolai Valinchenko

Odiavo ferirlo. Quasi sempre riuscivo a non pensarci, ma la verità inesorabile era questa: loro potevano anche essere felici di avermi intorno, ma io ero l'alfa e l'omega della sofferenza dei miei genitori.

Let them howl. Let the wolves pant. You have evolved. You were not fashioned to run in a pack, or to be defined by the opinions of those who wish to limit your creativity. Let them howl. Let the wolves pant.

She's been through more hell than you'll ever know. But that's what gives her beauty an edge... You can't touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck.

I want you. I want you inside and out. The parts you cover with laughter. The depth you shrug off with indifference. I want you. I want you to take me to the place you've hidden your heart. I want to walk by your side on this journey. You're worth it. We're worth it. Because... I want you.

Some poets write pages upon pages because their hearts have a song to sing and their melodies cannot be contained in a single stanza... and I find myself typing out a quote because my soul is still gasping for breath, and all the words form a single sentence: I miss us.

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

He kissed her good morning like she was the reason sun decided to shine.

Nuestros dos corazones son uno. Mi alfa y mi omega. Mi principio y mi fin”.

Nella natura selvaggia non ci sono le fiabe, non c'è la storia della Cenerentola. Il lupo di rango inferiore che sembra salire in cima al branco in realtà era sempre stato un alfa.

You are not disposable. I know you feel that way when people choose to walk out of your life, but their emptiness causes space. And that vacant area of your life is desperately crying out for the one meant to take up residence. Let the angry tenant go. You don't want someone staying because you've begged and pleaded for their occupancy. You want the one who sees your quaking heart and says: "Honey I'm home".

For all his Caribbean clothes and his Madison Avenue manners, even with his surfside apartment and his Alfa Romeo roadster, there was so much Kansas in Sanderson that it was embarrassing to see him deny it.

They will talk about you and it won't always be good. You won't even know them but they will critique you - and judge you - and everything you stand for. Their words will cut through your heart-strings and make you question the hopes and dreams that have gnawed your soul since birth. I warn you, because I believe your unique gift of expression needs to be shared. Resist cowering down and holding back for fear of rejection. Spread those creative wings and create. But, prepare yourself. Because naysayers are not a possibility, they are a guarantee.

Some people are so accepting of mediocrity, that they think that living a passion filled life is a fairytale. Prove them wrong.

How do you know they aren't the one? At the first sight of total disregard for your hurt, your gut will feel uneasy. I'm reminding you to listen up.

Me fallaron las patas y se me hundieron las paletillas cuando cayó sobre mí la fuerza de su edicto. Acabé a sus pies, tirado sobre la tripa. Ningún miembro de la manada podía desobedecer a su Alfa. •¿Que por qué no me largué? Ah, sí, vale, porque soy imbécil , pág. 232

I don't compete against other women. To uplift others means I'm never looking down on them. I applaud their strength, and I remind them that we never know how strong we are until we are tested. And this life will test you... But it's not a competition. I want us all to make it.

«Mancano venti miglia a Limerick» disse, mostrandosi molto interessata al percorso. «So leggere i cartelli, grazie» rispose lui, gelido. Piera sbuffò. «Volevo solo rendermi utile, non mettere in dubbio le tue doti di maschio alfa!» La frase le uscì male, provocatoria senza volerlo essere, e infatti, piccato, lui emise un ah! alquanto sarcastico e batté il pugno con violenza sul volante, facendo suonare il clacson. Piera sussultò, sorpresa se non spaventata. «Mi sento di tutto, ti assicuro, tranne che maschio, alfa, beta o delta che sia.» Ecco, ci siamo. «E per il quieto vivere» proseguì lui, «farò persino finta che la notte scorsa tu non mi abbia trattato come un sex-toy…» Questa volta un ah! sarcastico uscì dalle labbra di Piera. «Un sex cosa? Scusa, non ho capito bene.» «Un sex-toy.» «Non so neppure cosa sia.» «Non ne avevo il minimo dubbio.» «Lo prendo come un complimento.» «Prendilo come vuoi. Coniglietti, AH!» «Cosa c’entrano i conigli, adesso?» «Lascia perdere.» «No, spiegati, per favore.» «Una che dorme con dei conigli addosso non può certo sapere cosa sia un sex-toy.» «Ohhh! La mia camicia da notte non è di tuo gusto? Va’ al diavolo, Jean!»

... I don't know what I feel anymore, or maybe it's that I don't know HOW to feel anymore. I question every move I make, every breath I take, and every flutter of an eyelash. I've developed a twitch from always being on guard. I'm alert at night, and numb during the day, but I'm always ready. Maybe, I can intercept tragedy from striking again.

There are days when my imagination in my enemy. It likes to keep me company in my darkest of times and romanticizes a past that was more of a horror story than a fairytale.

It was in the words he didn't say... that I found all the answers to my questions.

I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me. Love, My heart

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Nothing is as endearing as a handwritten letter scribed by the person who holds your heart spellbound.

Love does not pay attention to timetables or knock when it is convenient for you. True love shows up unexpectedly, bags fully packed, daring you to offer it a place to stay.

I am worthy of touch without bartering my self worth.

I wanted it to be you. I wanted your eyes to be locked with mine during every fear and tear experienced throughout my lifetime.

I have waltzed with wolves and howled at the moon. But my heart will always remember the slow-dance that ended much too soon.

The reality is we don’t see her when she finds her quiet place and lets her shoulders fall. We don’t see her scrub her face and find herself unrecognizable in the mirror.

Teraz, gdy nie ma już Szaraka, który miał się za samca alfa (dopóki nie przekonał się, że alfą była jego żona), łatwiej było rozdzielić zadania

8 Yo soy el Alfa y la Omega, principio y fin, dice el Señor, el que es y que era y que ha de venir, el Todopoderoso.

Arranca elétrons de mim, arranca. Jorra partículas alfa em mim, jorra.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I've found out Ghosts don't hide under my bed or in my closets either. They exist in plain sight - everyday; Conjured up by 'our song' playing on the radio. By the mailman's blue eyes that are so like yours I could get utterly lost in them. They come as raindrops, kissing my skin... the way you used to. Ghosts are everywhere.

It may happen once or perhaps several times during your lifetime, but you'll meet a 'soulmate'. The bond will be instantaneous. They'll be a perfect fit for the empty indention your heart has for rent, and you'll almost think you 'wished' them into existence. One touch... and every pent-up emotion you have buried, will flood your aching heart. The magic is never more apparent that when you realize each of your souls are a perfect template of each other.

You think it's easy to forget someone who made you look forward to tomorrow... And I hope you never experience convincing a paralyzed heart to keep on beating when it simply wants to die.

Perché devi riferire a Dolf e all’alfa del lupo mannaro?” “Perché siamo compagni. Perché presto farai parte della colonia. Perché sei stato minacciato, e nessuno minaccia ciò che è mio.” “Sono tuo?” Fui investito da un’ondata di calore. Era buffo come due parole potessero avere un tale effetto su di me. Mi piaceva pensare che ero suo. Heller baciò la mia spalla nuda. “Assolutamente. E io sono tuo.” E anche quello mi piaceva

¿Cuál sería, oh Ruskin, la verdadera “ética del polvo”? En el polvo se nace, en él se muere. El polvo es el alfa y el omega. ¿Y si fuera el verdadero dios? Acaso el polvo sea el tiempo mismo, sustentáculo de la conciencia.

Maybe John will come with me wherever it is I go, but whenever I picture the open highway, my only companion is a box of mix tapes. I decide to write a new story for Monday, one that looks to the future rather then the past, about a woman who starts a new life by making off with a stolen sports car, an Alfa Romeo spider convertible, and she drives west from Jersey to California, robbing banks and evading the law and breaking stereotypes and hearts.

I'm not simple. Loving me will never be easy. I bring every travesty that's rocked me- with me, to the table. I won't pretend to be something I'm not, and I don't expect you to be blemish free either. That's much too boring of an existence. A past means you've lived, you've prevailed. My ears are open. My heart is accepting. I want to know how you are. I want to know what made you... and I want to feel free to share the 'not so pretty' parts of me, with you.

THE NINE WORLDS OF THE ODINIC MYSTERIES.      The Nordic Mysteries were given in nine chambers, or caverns, the candidate advancing through them in sequential order. These chambers of initiation represented the nine spheres into which the Drottars divided the universe: (1) Asgard, the Heaven World of the Gods; (2) Alf-heim, the World of the light and beautiful Elves, or Spirits; (3) Nifl-heim, the World of Cold and Darkness, which is located in the North; (4) Jotun-heim, the World of the Giants, which is located in the East; (5) Midgard, the Earth World of human beings, which is located in the midst, or middle place; (6) Vana-heim, the World of the Vanes, which is located in the West; (7) Muspells-heim, the World of Fire, which is located in the South; 8) Svart-alfa-heim, the World of the dark and treacherous Elves, which is under the earth; and (9) Hel-heim, the World of cold and the abode of the dead, which is located at the very lowest point of the universe. It is to be understood that all of these worlds are invisible to the senses, except Midgard, the home of human creatures, but during the process of initiation the soul of the candidate—liberated from its earthly sheath by the secret power of the priests—wanders amidst the inhabitants of these various spheres. There is undoubtedly a relationship between the nine worlds of the Scandinavians and the nine spheres, or planes, through which initiates of the Eleusinian Mysteries passed in their ritual of regeneration.

Nemmeno con tutta la terapia del mondo avrei imparato ad affrontare in modo razionale i miei periodi di crisi, così li temevo. Li temevo con un istinto animalesco e primordiale, come il terrore del buio o l’impulso di ritrarsi dal fuoco. In tutti quegli anni avevo imparato una sola cosa: la depressione è sempre lì, in agguato. Non ha inizio né fine, né limiti, non esiste un altro mondo al di fuori di essa. È la prima, l’ultima, l’unica, l’alfa e l’omega. I ricordi di tempi migliori muoiono sulle sue spiagge desolate. Le voci annegano nei suoi mari. La mente diventa prigioniera di se stessa.

Se le ocurrió que los psicoanalistas varones eran como machos cabríos: les gustaba tener una manada de mujeres dependientes, sumisas, frustradas, que trabajaban para él y lo consultaban acerca de todas las cosas, como si él fuera el gran macho, el macho Alfa, el patriarca, la autoridad suprema, Dios.

Creación desde la nada. ¿Qué tiene en el bolso? Un engendro con el cordón umbilical arrastrando, amorrado en paño bermejo. El cordón de todos enlaza con el pasado, cable cabitrenzado de toda carne. Por eso los monjes místicos. ¿Querríais ser como dioses? Miraos vuestro omphalos. ¡Oiga! Aquí Kinch. Pón-game con Villaedén. Alef, alfa: cero, cero, uno.

Život je lep kako bi rekao pesnik opisujući lepotu života.

I never asked anything of him, yet he gave me everything. he did not run...

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when you're trying to move forward?

I loved him... much more than I liked him. And therein was the beginning of the end.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

Keep yourself as busy as you can. Try and forget. But even with 7 billion other distractions... you don't forget me.

Tell me about the love you've lost. Maybe my story won't seem so horrifying.

Experience taught me that when pride wins... we all lose.

I used to worry about tomorrow, but that was before I survived yesterday. Now it's one breath at a time.

Our spirits are connected honey. Wrapped in firsts of gnarled heartache. But I promise not to let go if you don't.

Heartache wasn't my intention... love was.

työttömien onnellisuuskonsulttien joukkoitsemurha alkoi rauhoittavalla joogalla oisko mitään akuutteja hyviä mindfulness-tekniikoita jotain mikä pärisee nopeesti

I don't want comfortable. My heart is not a recliner.

He pushed her so far away that when he tried to find her again... she was light years beyond his reach.

What have we become? We're strangers who used to be lovers... playing at being friends. And... how screwed up is that?

The hardest thing she ever had to do is swallow the hurt, carry the pain tucked up under her ribcage, and wait... until she birthed strength, forgiveness, and peace.

My heart has been wanting to make that phone call for a long time. Maybe next year...

Days like today, I'm thankful for rain. My smeared mascara is... justified.

If you find yourself still clinging to every feeling you thought was lost forever... Maybe, just maybe, it's the only place you can be found.

I've never met anyone who loves in the same way. But that's the beauty of finding the heart meant for yours. The right love will accept the 'not so lovable' parts of you too.

He said he'd never opened up to anyone... But that confiding in me, was like learning to breathe all over again. I don't know about you, but how do you turn away from that?

The day she realized they were never meant to be, is the day she now calls her - Birthday.

I write about pain so you know you're not alone. I've felt it too. I'm releasing it... in hope that you will too.

I was feeling a bit overwhelmed earlier. Thinking - what if it doesn't work out this time... again. And then I remembered my rebound rate is pretty damn good. It's my super power.

I wish I could take back every ounce of my heart that I gave away. Does that make me selfish, or just regretful? All I know know is that I'm left with an empty space, and it misses what it lost.

Alfa puede referirse a lo primero de algo— dijo Kai, —O el principio de todo. Se puede atribuir a una persona particularmente poderosa o carismática, o puede significar ser el líder dominante en una manada de animales, sobre todo, por supuesto en los lobos—. Su expresión seria se convirtió brevemente en una sonrisa burlona. —Tiene significados en química, física, e incluso en la astronomía, donde se la describe como la estrella más brillante de una constelación. Pero parece claro que Zeev y Scarlet han creado su propia definición de la palabra, y su relación ha dado a esta palabra un nuevo significado para todos nosotros. Ser un Alfa significa que le harás frente a todas las adversidades para estar con tu pareja. Significa aceptarse entre sí, tanto con las virtudes como con los defectos. Esto significa forjar su propio camino a la felicidad y al amor.

I lost him completely and without warning. Ripped from my life like a breath snatched from my soul. And after all this time, I plead with myself to breathe in... and I pray to the Universe to give back what it took away.

You're asking yourself if you will ever get over it. - I don't believe we ever do. Getting over something implies you floated on past the pain, blew kisses, and waved goodbye while leaping to freedom. I've never been able to jump after having the contents of my heart scattered and sewn over fields that will produce memory-laden blooms. The thing is... you get through it. But the seeds have been planted. Those memories grow. And every morning I still hear: 'He loved me. He loved me not.

- Me tengo que ir, Erre - dijo Margot con una tristeza que se le trasparentaba en la voz. - Chido. Tal vez Margot esperaba que el Erre le dijera algo así como "quédate otro ratito", como ella le decía cuando él iba a su casa. O tal vez que le preguntara adónde iba y poder decirle que tenía una importante misión que cumplir, tal vez ver brillar en sus ojos esa chispa de admiración que siempre brillaba en los de ella. Pero bueno, el Erre era el Erre y sólo dijo su palabra más común, después de un par de segundos más. - Chido.

En un tiempo en que la psicología estaba marcada por el imperio del conductismo, la epistemología experimental positivista y el creciente dominio del psicoanálisis, y cuando la noción de fases de desarrollo a duras penas podía asociarse a otra cosa que no fuera aquello que por entonces se convertía en el alfa y omega del estudio de la personalidad: el niño, el yoga Kundalini ofreció a Jung un modelo de algo que estaba enteramente ausente en la psicología occidental: una exposición de las fases de desarrollo de la consciencia superior.

In den beginne: de kracht Hier en nu: de kracht Aan het einde van het einde: de kracht Hier, daar, overal: de kracht Van alfa tot omega: de kracht In de hemel, op aarde: de kracht In het grootste, in het kleinste: de kracht In het vuur, in het water, in de aarde, in de lucht: de kracht In mij, in jou, in iedereen: de kracht Boven mij, onder mij, rondom mij: de kracht In mijn gedachten, in mijn woorden, in mijn daden: de kracht De kracht is alles Al het leven, alle intelligentie, alle liefde De kracht is de enige realiteit en zo is het!

Love is not complicated. It just 'is'. The complicated part is finding two souls who are feeling it as the same time in their lives... and for each other. Feeling it so deep that they're willing to fight every second of the day to keep it alive. That's the complicated part.

Staying Strong When you acknowledge pain, you validate its impact on your life. There will be those who will try to disregard your hurt or downplay its intensity. Try as you may, you will never be able to make them understand how it affected you. How it severed your confidence. How it reshaped your thinking. How you spiraled downward into someone you couldn't recognize anymore. They will not understand how those hands held and hurt you until you were immobile and helpless to reach out. They wrongly believe that anxiety and depression are self-inflicted.

Los antiguos griegos tenían una costumbre digna de mención: a los que hubieran perecido quemados, a los que hubieran sido devorados por los cráteres de los volcanes, a los que hubiesen sido enterrados bajo la lava, a los que las fieras hubiesen despedazado o los hubiesen engullido los tiburones, a los que se hubieran repartido los buitres en los desiertos, se les construía en su patria los llamados «cenotafios», las tumbas vacías, porque el cuerpo es el fuego, el agua o la tierra, pero el alma es el alfa y el omega, a ella es a quien hay que construir el santuario.

I always wanted you close. Never more than a heartbeat away. I used to think I wanted you most when I was at my weakest, and relying on your strength. But the truth is, even on the days I raged like a lion, and had no need of a 'pat on the back' - I still found myself wanting to lean on you.

I don't know when I fell in love with you, but I have fallen deeper and harder than anyone else in my life. You've become my world. I can't imagine a day without you by my side, an hour without your smile, a minute without hearing you laugh, and a second without you in my life. She opened her mouth, and I shook my head. I will spend my life protecting you and being worthy of being yours, I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you to be mine, walking through life together hand and hand, and waking up with you next to me each morning makes my life so much sweeter than I ever thought possible

To the person in my future...I hope you're ready, because I'm going to love you... fiercely. You'll never have to suffer for my past heartache. It's taught me that I need love more than the absence of it. I'm not perfect, nor is my track record. I've experienced a lot of takers in my life - but I'll love you with every part of me that remains.

Just because she doesn't talk about it, doesn't mean she isn't feeling it. She hurts, but she won't wear it on her sleeve. She will never let an illness, a diagnosis, or a prediction, define her. She doesn't want sympathy, because that type of attention is not her goal. She'd rather you see the woman who smiles in the face of adversity, than be the one who begs you to see her frown.