We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans โ because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. Thatโs why we paint, thatโs why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thinโฆ but who we are internallyโฆ perhaps even spiritually. Thereโs something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.
Maya AngelouSince time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence - neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish - it is an imponderably valuable gift. Each of us has a few minutes a day or a few hours a week which we could donate to an old folks home or a children's hospital ward. The elderly whose pillows we plump or whose water pitchers we refill may or may not thank us for our gift, but the gift is upholding the foundation of the universe.
Maya AngelouI've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Maya AngelouI'm sorry to say that when some people get to age 50, they say, "Well, that's the end, I'll never have to do sex again." They lay down first and get up last! But in your sixties, everything is sweeter. You have more time.
Maya Angelou