Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
It is never too late to give up our prejudices.
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.
Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let's love turbulence and use it for change.
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?
There is an alchemy in sorrow. It can be transmuted into wisdom, which, if it does not bring joy, can yet bring happiness.