Archive for September 2014


September 29, 2014

We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.–George Bernard Shaw



September 28, 2014

There is not one right way to be human, there’s not even one right way to be me.–me


September 27, 2014


September 26, 2014

The world is a marvelous place. That does not mean it is fair or kind. It means the world and life is something to be marveled at.–me


September 25, 2014

Hell is the aching desire for this moment to be different than it is and the burning resentment that it’s not.–me


September 24, 2014

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.–Chief Crowfoot


September 23, 2014

And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.–Khalil Gibran