Blood does not family make. Those are relatives. Family are those with whom you share your good, bad, and ugly, and still love one another in the end. Those are the ones you select.
Everybody wants to make an impression, some mark upon the world. Then you think you’ve made a mark on the world if you just get through it, and a few people remember your name. Then you’ve left a mark.
I am trying to show the world that we are all human beings and that color is not important. What is important is the quality of work.
It is necessary to constantly remind ourselves that we are not an abomination.
I think it’s a great way to live, to fight for yourself, to fight for your friends, to fight for a community of individuals who are sharing your experience and to fight for dignity and a better life, and there will be a tipping point. There will be victories and they will be joyous.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister?