In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.
Dancing is moving to the music without stepping on anyone's toes, pretty much the same as life.
Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze.
Life never tires of testing the proposition that life must go on.
I'm right-handed, whereas the fellow in my mirror is left-handed
All any child needs is the protection of loving parents and an alternative source of information.