Saying “Good morning” has this refreshing feel to it, it feels like a warm shower after rolling in mud. You can practically feel the weight of the previous day wash off your back.
You cannot belong to someone else, until you belong to yourself.
How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
Against stupidity, God Himself fights in vain.
As long as you are alive, you have it in you. Never give up.
Saying “Good morning” has this refreshing feel to it, it feels like a warm shower after rolling in mud. You can practically feel the weight of the previous day wash off your back.
You cannot belong to someone else, until you belong to yourself.
How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
Against stupidity, God Himself fights in vain.
As long as you are alive, you have it in you. Never give up.