I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry.
My parents were glad to see that my new husband looks like a 'regular guy'-no earring or anything. But really I think a man with an earring is better prepared for marriage. I mean, he's already experienced pain and bought jewelry.
I may have been through the pain of childbirth three times, but I'm incredibly nervous about having my upper ear pierced.
The house I've bought in London, the holidays, everything has been bought from making people laugh, and if you'd said to me when I was 14 that's how I was going to make my living, I would have smiled from ear to ear.
Funny, I never shopped. Even my jewelry - not a piece of my jewelry I bought for me.
I tend not to wear accessories. I'm not one of those gals with a drawerful of amazing jewelry. I don't even have my ears pierced! But I have one bracelet that never comes off my wrist.
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
I've always had my ear pierced with a diamond stud. I did it myself when I was 16.
I've never in my life bought a big piece of jewelry - like, 'I'm gonna get myself a big piece of jewelry!' Songwriters' lives are unstable and up and down. Even though mine has sort of has followed more of a going toward the sky trajectory.
I didn't even have pierced ears. They put four holes in each ear, and, weirdly, that hurt the most.
Women do date better than men. They'll get prepared. Men just kind of show-up.
There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
I too have experienced the extreme pain of living, but I have also experienced some of its remarkable ecstasy.
When the heart is pierced, there is pain, yes, but also an invitation to a greater becoming.
Caracas was a crazy place in the early Nineties. For instance, when I was 11 years old, I pierced my ear. No big deal, right? But everyone was so scandalised that they shut down the school.
Have you ever experienced a pain so sharp in your heart that it's all you can do to take a breath? It's a pain you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy; you wouldn't want to pass it on to anyone else for fear he or she might not be able to bear it. It's the pain of being betrayed by a person with whom you've fallen in love. It's not as serious as death, but it feels a whole lot like it, and as I've come to learn, pain is pain any way you slice it.