I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.
I have struggled to be taken seriously as a female athlete. I have struggled to find my worth outside of winning. I have struggled to accept parts of myself. Now I'm recognizing the beauty in those parts as well as beauty in the times when things didn't go my way.
I would vote for the man who's lived life, who's done different occupations, who's been out in the real world and struggled to make a living, struggled to raise a family, struggled with life as it exists. So I'd vote for experience, honest experience.
I've always got on better with boys. Most of my friends are boys. Like, if I have children, I want five boys. Boys love their mothers whereas girls can be so mean to each other.
If the Beastie Boys and the Beach Boys and Pet Shop Boys can stay boys, so can we.
I come from a family of eight on public assistance, my parents were separated. My mother struggled, my father struggled.
I am a Christian guy. I've struggled with that; I have struggled with everything.
But the dream is never forgotten, only put aside and never out of reach: Where once the dream connected boys with the world of men, now it reconnects men with the spirit of boys.
All the time I had my success, I didn't know what I was doing. I struggled and struggled and hacked things out without any insight as to why.
as all women know, there are really no men at all. There are grown-up boys, and middle-aged boys, and elderly boys, and even sometimes very old boys. But the essential difference is simply exterior. Your man is always a boy.
When looking for a life partner, my advice to women is date all of them: the bad boys, the cool boys, the commitment-phobic boys, the crazy boys. But do not marry them. The things that make the bad boys sexy do not make them good husbands.
Successful Mothers are not the ones that have never struggled. They are the ones that never give up, despite the struggles.
Shall I make it clear, boys, for all to apprehend, Those that will not hear, boys, waiting for the end, Knowing it is near, boys, trying to pretend, Sitting in cold fear, boys, waiting for the end?
We struggled together, and sometimes, we struggled with one another... We took care of one another... In the end, we kept faith in each other.
I never actively went out and studied the American accent. I just came over here to the States, and it was something I was able to do. Like, I never struggled with it.
I have never struggled for anything in my life because I never thought I will be an actress. Film just walked up to my house with 'Abodh.'