Bär / Bear Erscheint / Appears Feigheit / Cowardice Fliehen / Flee Flucht / Fleeing Größe / Grandeur Herz / Heart Hoch / High Lager / Bearing Schon seit / Since Sie / Them Sollen / Ought Unglücke / Calamities Verstand / Mind
I'm slowly feeling more Chinese and feel I should be more proud of being Chinese and appreciate where I've come from.
I've been called a moron since I was about four. My father called me a moron. My grandfather said I was a moron. And a lot of times when I'm driving, I hear I'm a moron. I like being a moron.
But there are advantages to being elected President. The day after I was elected, I had my high school grades classified Top Secret.
I don't mind Ed Sheeran, but I wouldn't want to be compared to a guy that builds his song around a guitar, since we do not have a guitar in our band.
For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.
The surest route to breeding jealousy is to compare. Since jealousy comes from feeling less than another, comparisons only fan the fires.
Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.
When I entered high school I was an A-student, but not for long. I wanted the fancy clothes. I wanted to hang out with the guys. I went from being an A-student to a B-student to a C-student, but I didn't care. I was getting the high fives and the low fives and the pats on the back. I was cool.
My grandparents and my mom came from Cuba back in the '60s because they were fleeing from communism and Castro. I wouldn't be here otherwise.
