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Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: ‘I’m with you kid. Let’s go.’
There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it.
At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.
My life has been one great big joke, a dance that’s walked a song that’s spoke, I laugh so hard I almost choke when I think about myself.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands you need to be able to throw something back.
Life loves the liver of it.
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.