Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
We don't get offered crises, they arrive.
If you really do put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.
It felt like they used a baton or something -- it was harder than anyone had ever hit me in the head before.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment.
You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave.
Now we were descending just as steeply.
You're dealing with the demon of external validation. You can't beat external validation. You want to know why? Because it feels sooo good.