When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky or a beautiful sunrise. There's so much they hold and just like them old stars I see that you've come so far to be right where you are. How old is your soul?
“Let’s tell the truth to people. When people ask, ‘How are you?’ have the nerve sometimes to answer truthfully. You must know, however, that people will start avoiding you because, they, too, have knees that pain them and heads that hurt and they don’t want to know about yours. But think of it this way: If people avoid you, you will have more time to meditate and do fine research on a cure for whatever truly afflicts you.”—Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter (via ventriloquistic)