Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.
It's not just the cheerleading thing I have a problem with, it's the whole jock enchilada. I'm all for a good game of basketball in teh driveway or a killer bike ride. But when there's tackling and grunting involved-- no thanks.
The whole town looks as if it had been left out in the rain too long and by mistake.
Presumably a movement is more polite than a revolution, and a lot slower.
Change, like youth, is purely wasted on the young.
There are two types of change: the change we choose and the change that chooses us.