Don't forget I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
I'm sin, but I'm not the devil.
I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.
I do sin, but I am not the devil.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.
All little girls should be told they are pretty.
The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says, 'It's a girl.'
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.
Everyone can access the parts of themselves that are great. I'm just a girl from New York City who decided to do this, after all. Rule the world! What's life worth living if you don't rule it?
I'm just a girl from a trailer park who had a dream. I never thought this would ever happen.
Sorry but nothing of much importance ever happened to me...I'm just a girl who forgot to look both ways before crossing the street.
I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.
I'm just a girl, With a dream that got the best of me, In a world that believes fame is everything.
Yes," I said "You were saved by a girl. Horrible, isn't it?" He slid out and looked down at my bare legs. "Not just a girl, but a half-naked one. Now that's hot. If I'm still unconscious, don't wake me, okay?
Such was the love of this grandson for his grandmother that two years after the death of his mother, when she herself fell gravely ill, he vowed to her that someday he would try to tell the world her life story. 'But why?' she asked humbly. 'I'm no one, just a girl from the coast' 'But you are everyone, Grandma,' the young Pramoedya told her. 'You are all the people who have ever had to fight to make this life their own.
I'm just a girl in a nurse's uniform, but that doesn't mean I know how to save these men, and they- they are men in uniforms, but that doesn't mean they know how to die.
And I like a good horror story as much as the next person so long as they kill off some men too and not just girls. But the voices Joan heard were real. There’s clear and substantiated proof they were real. She won battles that would otherwise have been lost because of what those voices told her in advance of them allowing the French generals to strategize in ways completely different than they did before Joan came along. People’s lives were saved because of what those voices told her.
She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.
or simply:
