The most erroneous stories are those we think we know best - and therefore never scrutinize or question.
I like weights. You know where you stand with them. Well, sometimes you're lying under them, trying not to let them crush you, but you see, you KNOW they'd crush you if they could. There's honesty.
I ended up stepping on her stomach as the crowd pushed me past her, but by then I don't think she was feeling anything.
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.
We learn and grow and are transformed not so much by what we do but by why and how we do it.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.