“There were no troublesome memories in his childish sleep no token came to him of his
brave days at college, of the glittering years when he flustered the hearts of many
girls. There were only the white, safe walls of his crib and Nana and a man who came to
see him sometimes, and a great big orange ball that Nana pointed at just before his
twilight bed hour and called “sun.” When the sun went his eyes were sleepy – there
were no dreams, no dreams to haunt him.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
“For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you
want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay
the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it.
I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope
you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point
of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you
have the strength to start all over again.”- F. Scott Fitzgerald
“HARLEM” -- Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust
and sugar over-like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or
does it explode?
« You never know what’s coming for you.” -from The Curious
Case of Benjamin Button
« We are meant to lose the people we love. How else
would we know how important they are to us.”