I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention
to quote hamlet act III scene iii line 92, “no”
if you say you don’t know the lyrics to at least one high school musical song then you are lying