Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at lifeโs shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the wayโฆSilence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, โthere is joy is self-forgetfulness.โ So I try to make the light in othersโ eyes my sun, the music in others; ears my symphony, the smile on othersโ lips my happiness.
Helen KellerThe worst thing in the world is not to be born blind, but to be born with sight, and yet have no vision.
Helen Keller