God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Dey's some things I don't got to be told. I kin read them in folks' eyes.
Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?
Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings.
None of us can help the things life has done to us. Theyโre done before you realize it, and once theyโre done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what youโd like to be, and youโve lost your true self forever.