Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand-in-hand.

“It should be harder to be an artist. You shouldn’t just be able to put a song on YouTube and go on tour.”

Miley Cyrus, on the overnight success of Rebecca Black.

I have dreams, and I have nightmares. I overcame the nightmares because of my dreams.

He thinks I suffer from depression. But I’m just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning. In school many years ago, I learned that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.

“On a les memes vies, mais on a pas les memes modes.”

We have the same lives, but we haven’t got the same ways

but if your strife strikes at your sleeve
remember spring swaps snow for leaves
you’ll be happy and wholesome again
when the city clears and sun ascends

Canadian artist Alice Glass on socialized medicine wages.

‎Fearlessly pursue the passions of your heart, surround yourself with believers and big dreamers. Let the doubters prey on something else, you have important work to do. Let the voices you hear be of the triumphant and brave who can stand at your shoulder and look you in the eye.

Winslet recalls that she and DiCaprio would sometimes lie on the set smoking hand-rolled cigarettes and staring up at the stars. Other times, she would watch him play Tomb Raider on Nintendo or they would sing to each other – the Bette Midler hit “Wind Beneath My Wings,” an indirect, on-site spoof of the Titanic scene in which Jack leads Rose to the prow of the ship and tells her to close her eyes and spread out her arms. When Winslet had an attack of vertigo on the back of the upended poop deck – spending a week in harnesses suspended l00 feet in the air – DiCaprio calmed her down. “I just told her we were safe,” he says. “She believed me.” One night, very late, Winslet and DiCaprio were lying on the deck during a break. An assistant approached for food orders. “Leo was so tired,” Winslet recalls; he had his head on Winslet’s stomach and asked for a sandwich. “The assistant asked, `What do you want on it?’ and Leo said, `Oh, Kate will tell you.’ And Leo just kind of fell asleep. And I did know exactly what he wanted – this kind of cheese and no tomato and no pickle. I absolutely knew. And I thought, `God, that’s really weird that I know this person so well.’ It was brilliant.”

You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hands and said, “Here. Do what you will. Mash it to mince meat, or forget I ever handed it to you.”

Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other.

When we don’t judge or categorize someone else.

When we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt.

Charity is accepting someone’s differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings.

Having patience with someone who has let us down.

Resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn’t handle something the way we might have hoped.

Charity is refusing to take advantage of another’s weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us.

Charity is expecting the best of each other.

Because none of us need one more person bashing or pointing out where we have failed or fallen short.

Most of us are already well aware of the areas in which we are weak.

What each of us does need is a friend.

Brothers and sisters, who will support us.

Who can have the patience to teach us and believe in us.

Who believe we’re trying to do the best we can, in spite of our weaknesses.

What ever happened to giving each other the benefit of the doubt?

What ever happened to hoping that another person would succeed or achieve?

What ever happened to rooting for each other?

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