Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order of things.
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Or you may be such a thunderingly exalted creature as to be altogether deaf and blind to anything but heavenly sights and sounds. Then the earth for you is only a standing place--and whether to be like this is your loss or your gain I won't pretend to say. But most of us are neither one nor the other. The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove!--breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? Your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in-- your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business. And that's difficult enough.
Ever try. Ever fail. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
And the day came when the risk to remain in a tight bud was greater than the risk it took to bloom.
My favorite pastime is letting time pass, having the time, taking my time, wasting my time, living out of time--against the current.