when you lose your sails, row.

But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.

A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.

You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.

The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.

They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

To give up too easily leads to regret, yet trying and then failing can lead us to second chances if we do not accept it as a failure, but a chance to learn.

A life without rain is like the sun without shade.

Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.

The word that came to me now was "defiant." Because a person had to be defiant to be able to stand amid the wreckage of her life and instead of shaking a fist, pick up a hammer.

The only genuine hope of feminist liberation lies wth a vision of social change which challenges class elitism.

Moment by moment, in life's winter, life frozeEchoing a history of blues, a milestone roseFrom A Farewell A welcome

Better to deserve praise without having it, than to have it without deserving it.

Artists can no more speak about their work, than plants can speak about horticulture.

But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.

...there's no reason why scholarship can't be as seriously playful as bubble-blowing.

After all, I wasn't a bad person. I was just doing my best in what had turned out to be a fairly imperfect life.

I went through a lot of abuse and a lot of really difficult things growing up - depression, anxiety, attempted suicide.

A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray.

Lord Rees-Mogg argues that the time for reconciliation in Tibet is passing with the looming departure of its spiritual leader.