Maybe some things aren’t meant to be known. maybe there just meant to be accepted.
Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”All the time.
As long as you know who you are, and see what makes you happy, it doesn’t matte how others see you
Whereever you end up;” Jack whispered into my ear.”I wish you clear skies. Always
When people see you’re happy doing what you’re doing, it sort of takes the power away from them to tease you about it.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.
It’s not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.
The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn’t matter how others see you.
I wonder what else I could do that I never thought I could.
I am not plain, or average or – God forbid – vanilla. I am peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge and a cherry on top.
When I was your age I knew nothing about the world or my place in it. I figured I’d be someone’s wife, then someone’s mother. It never occurred to me to be someone myself.
Everyone thinks I named my cat Mango because of his orange eyes, but that’s not the case. I named him Mango because the sounds of his purrs and his wheezes and his meows are all various shades of yellow-orange.
He looks up at me with watery eyes and asks, “How can you, of all people, say everything will be all right?”He has a point. I consider my answer. “Well, it’s better than saying ‘Keep on crying, I’m sure things will just get worse,’ right?