Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.

sometimes it's the fight that makes a thing worth having

We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours.

Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?

Some so fear the future that they suffocate the present. It's like committing suicide to avoid being murdered.

Those with the softest hearts build the hardest shells.

But more than brave, you have love. And love is brave.