“After I die . . . I wouldn’t want people to say of me only ‘She was a great teacher’ or ‘I loved her writing.’ I would like at least one person to come closer, to add, ‘She was also lonely, she suffered a lot. She was mixed up. She made some big mistakes.’ Then tell those mistakes and sum up: ‘But she was important to me.’ Then I would feel really honored, as though someone had seen and known me” (Goldberg, The Great Failure, p. 190-191).
“You say you Love the Rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you Love the Sun, but you seek shade when it’s shining. You say you Love the Wind, but when it comes you close your window. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you Love Me.” -Bob Marley
You are not your mind.