At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.
Success is not about seeking constant validation from others; it's about cultivating self belief and recognizing your own worth.
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.
Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world, there are only individuals.
We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.
Kindness is doing what you can, where you are, with what you have.
At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.
Success is not about seeking constant validation from others; it's about cultivating self belief and recognizing your own worth.
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.
Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world, there are only individuals.
We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.
Kindness is doing what you can, where you are, with what you have.