Anmut / Grace Barmherzig / Mercy Engel / Angel Gehört / Heard Geschichte / Story Jesus Klar / Clear Kreuz / Cross Liebe / Love Macht / Makes Mögen / Like Seine / His Stimme / Voice Süss / Sweet Wiederholen / Repeating
I don't count that relationship with Ricky. It's just like a blip at this point. I had to fall in love with the devil himself to get this sweet angel, Jack.
I love singing. It makes me feel good. It's like a release, especially when I'm singing soul music.
I like to jump some rope and swing kettle bells to get my blood pumping. It makes my voice sound better, and it clears my head.
Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.
It may sound lame, but I've been journaling since I was in third grade. I love it! It makes me feel calm and happy.
To hear my mother say, 'Michael is dead,' to feel and hear the tone in her voice to say her child is dead, is nothing that anyone can ever imagine.
I guess I just have one of those resting faces that makes me look like I want to beat you up.
I always knew I couldn't sing, but I also knew I had a voice that isn't heard by many, and that I could learn how to stretch it and make songs sound good.
Just luxuriate in a certain memory, and the details will come. It's like a magnet attracting steel filings.
