Perhaps God gives us a physical body so that every time we change our mind, we won't be someone else.

Dare to turn life on its end, and you may find that topsy-turvy is a truer perspective than turvy-topsy.

If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.

All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.

Why try to be someone you're not? Life is hard enough without adding impersonation to the skills required.

Leverage can come in many forms. Leverage can be your thoughts.people who win are careful with their thoughts, not saying I can't do that. Or it's too rosky. Or I can't afford it. Instead they say How can i do that? Or how can I reduce my risk? Or How can I afford it?

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

Well, it all comes to this; there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is to live in your own. After all, I believe in myself. I'm not so bad and silly as they think me, and I'm not consumptive, and I can write. Now that I've written it all out I feel differently about it. The only thing that still aggravates me is that Miss Potter pitied me -- pitied by a Potter!

If any person wants to see clearly just how much she has changed - whether for better or worse - let her revisit after some lapse of time any place where she has ones lived. She will meet her former self at every turn, with every familiar face, in every old recollection ... She will see how much she has gained in some respects, how much she has lost - irretrievably lost - in others.

Well, that was life. Gladness and pain... hope and fear... and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart... learn to love it and then let it go in turn.

Mr. Harrison was certainly different from other people…and that is the essential characteristic of a crank, as everybody knows.