Do the thing that scares you.
Some say they stand on the shoulders of giants. True. But have they ever tried walking like one?
People say they walk on the shoulders of giants. True, but have you ever walked like one?
Just do what makes sense.
I don't live to work. I work to live. Before I die, I know I lived.
Running my fastest not from my past. Running from those who have hurt me in it. And, they can't catch me anymore. I escaped from the land of make believe.
The brain. Where words mean something. The heart. Where words feel something. When both work together. Kaboom.
You gotta show kids YOU'RE not scared (even if inside at times you are) and when you show you're not afraid of the "monsters" then they too will stand up even when the lights are off.
Change? Start by keeping a small promise.
Education is not filling up a box but seeing what you can create with one and don't you ever forget that!
I wish we lived in a world where we'd be able to survive off our talents not money
Forget the American dream...whats your dream? The thing that keeps you up at night...the thing that makes you happy...the thing that keeps your spirit going. Do that thing. Don't label it a hobby or what you do in your spare time type of thing...labe...
A few lessons learned as a teacher: I've learned that if you whisper, children will listen...a scribble can be anything (I mean anything!) a monster, a cat, a mom, a dad--our job is to ask to find out and pay attention--usually the most challenging s...
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt. Lies. Words hurt. The words we remember. Well, the hurt feeling the words caused stays with us forever.
The only thing we should scream into the world is love.
Start each day asking, "How do I want others to feel?" Then act accordingly.
We are all different. God made us that way. Drawing a line in the sand due to that is indeed unfortunate.
I don't really enjoy experiencing pain. No one does. But we will become less human if we learn to detach ourselves from one another to the point that when we experience death of a beautiful being (our mothers, our fathers, our sisters, our brothers, ...
My heart is bigger than my fist.
Walls get made, walls crumble, buildings get built, buildings collapse, memories get made, memories last.
