Everyone has his own style.
When you have found it, you should stick to it.”
[ Audrey Hepburn ]
” We’re anything brighter than even the sun
(we’re everything greater
we’re ever anything more than believe
(with a spin
alive we’re alive)
we’re wonderful one times one”
“And remember, also,”
added the Princess of Sweet Rhyme,
“that many places you would like to see are just off the map
and many things you want to know are just out of sight or a little beyond your reach.
But someday you’ll reach them all,
for what you learn today,
for no reason at all,
will help you discover all the wonderful secrets of tomorrow.”
“Even if I’m setting myself up for failure,
I think it’s worth trying to be a mother who delights in who her children are,
in their knock-knock jokes and earnest questions.
A mother who spends less time obsessing about what will happen,
or what has happened,
and more time reveling in what is.
A mother who doesn’t fret over failings and slights,
who realizes her worries and anxieties are just thoughts,
the continuous chattering and judgement of a too busy mind.
A mother who doesn’t worry so much about being bad or good
but just recognizes that she’s both, and neither.
A mother who does her best,
and for whom that is good enough,
in the end,
her best turns out to be,
not bad. ”
“She had always been beautiful in his eyes, and admirable, too.
He had worshipped her,
in some ways,
for her courage in adversity,
for her resistance to the ways of his own world.
But that had been bravery under siege and now,
it seemed, she single-handedly gave siege to the same society which,
a few months before,
had threatened to engulf and destroy her identity.
There was a determination in her bearing,
an air of confidence,
that proclaimed to everyone what he had always sensed in her
– and he was proud that his world should see her as the woman he knew,
in full command of herself and her situation.”
“Most people miss their whole lives, you know.
Listen, life isn’t when you are standing on top of a mountain looking at a sunset.
Life isn’t waiting at the altar
or the moment your child is born
or that time you were swimming in a deep water and a dolphin came up alongside you.
These are fragments.
10 or 12 grains of sand spread throughout your entire existence.
These are not life.
Life is brushing your teeth
or making a sandwich
or watching the news
or waiting for the bus.
Every day, thousands of tiny events happen
and if you’re not watching,
if you’re not careful,
if you don’t capture them and make them COUNT,
your could miss it.
You could miss your whole life.”
“For your information, I’m staying like this, and everyone else can just get used to it!
If people don’t like me the way I am, well TOUGH BEANS!
It’s a free country!
I don’t need anyone’s permission to be the way I want!
This is who I am – Take it or leave it!”
“She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music.
She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school.
In her answers in class, she often spoke of sea horses and stars, but she did not know what a football was…
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.”
“Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass,
This life can be.
Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful
Because common, beautiful because beautiful,
Noble because common, because free.”