Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you
“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
The undertaking of a new action brings new strength.
“A father carries pictures where his money used to be.”
If you have no respect for your own values how can you be worthy of respect from others.
Use your fear... it can take you to the place where you store your courage.
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you
“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
The undertaking of a new action brings new strength.
“A father carries pictures where his money used to be.”
If you have no respect for your own values how can you be worthy of respect from others.
Use your fear... it can take you to the place where you store your courage.