You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book... or you take a trip... and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
Persistence overshadows even talent as the most valuable resource.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
Life is a progress, and not a station.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
Your success is not determined by external validation; it's defined by your own sense of fulfillment and purpose.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book... or you take a trip... and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
Persistence overshadows even talent as the most valuable resource.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
Life is a progress, and not a station.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
Your success is not determined by external validation; it's defined by your own sense of fulfillment and purpose.