Remember Maya Angelou.
My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
You are only free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place — no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.
I am convinced that most people do not grow up…our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.