Nothing can dim the light that shines from within
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, Ill rise.
When we criticize another person, it says nothing about that person; it merely says something about our own need to be critical.
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
Nothing can dim the light that shines from within
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, Ill rise.
When we criticize another person, it says nothing about that person; it merely says something about our own need to be critical.
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.