If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled. — Lloyd Alexander

If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.

“Count yourself lucky,” the potter went on, “that you have understood this now and not spent your years in vain hope. This much have you learned, and no learning is wasted.”

If I do find pride, I'll not find it in what I was or what I am, but what I may become. Not in my birth, but in myself.