When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
The fire that warms us can also consume us; it is not the fault of the fire. The fault lies in us, in our want of control.
Art is an escape from reality.
Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder.
Your success is not defined by the number of times you fall; it's defined by the number of times you get back up.
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
The fire that warms us can also consume us; it is not the fault of the fire. The fault lies in us, in our want of control.
Art is an escape from reality.
Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder.
Your success is not defined by the number of times you fall; it's defined by the number of times you get back up.