Best Friends are like the seasons, they come and go with the weather throughout the year, never once caring how they effect what they've left behind. |
The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine. |
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. |
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. |
Hatred is only ignorance combined with anger |
It takes strength to fit in, |
Fear |
To go against the dominant thinking of your friends, of most of the people you see every day, is perhaps the most difficult act of heroism you can perform. |
Never trust anybody who says "trust me". |
Anytime you find that truth stands in your way, you can be certain that you are headed in the wrong direction. |