A Quote by Alek Wek

War tore my family apart. — © Alek Wek
War tore my family apart.
World War II brought the Greatest Generation together. Vietnam tore the Baby Boomers apart.
Nobody knows better than I do what the pressures of party leadership can do to a young family. It tore mine apart.
I believe in God and a higher power. I'm still not the religious type per se because religion tore my family apart. I'm still a little scared and skeptical being one with any faith.
Everyone has a family, even if they're at war or fallen apart. It's the closest initial bond, and there's a sort of primal element to that. Your primary relationships are formed out of family.
We have overcome some terrible blows to our democracy, to the future of our democracy, to the future of our nation. We survived the Civil War and the strife that tore this nation apart.
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.
To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.
I tore both of my ACLs. I broke my right patella. I tore my left pec, all within about a 2 1/2-year span.
Sometimes a party must sail against the wind. We cannot heed the call of those who say it is time to furl the sail. The party that tore itself apart over Vietnam in the 1960s cannot afford to tear itself apart today over budget cuts in basic social programs.
Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
For the next century, we've got to put together what we so carelessly tore apart with so little concern for those who were gonna follow us. ... You've got to sound off.
If you take care of the woman in the family, the whole family prospers. But when the mother falters, the family falls apart.
I believe that the shocking toll of AIDS on gay men in the West was partly due to their Seventies delusions that a world without women was possible. All-male energies, unbalanced and ravenous, literally tore the body apart.
I'd say my mother made more of a difference to me than anyone else did. I know that's a conventional and perhaps mundane answer, but my family was blown apart at the start of World War II.
We wept, Brooklyn was a lovely place to hit. If you got a ball in the air, you had a chance to get it out. When they tore down Ebbets Field, they tore down a little piece of me.
Most of what has been written about me is one big blur, but I do remember being described in one simple word that I agree with. It was in a piece that tore me apart for my personal behavior, but the writer said that when the music began and I started to sing, I was "honest."
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