If parents want “success stories” to share at gatherings they should provide themselves with those, and they should not use their children for that purpose.

Pushing them (children) into a career that is “practical”/ “safe”/ prestigious/ well-paying doesn’t count as help. It’s how parents satisfy their own needs.

The time to build your future is in your teenage years and your 20s, but equally, in your 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s and beyond.

You don’t need to provide your parents with a “success story” to share at gatherings.

They know a lot, but they don’t know everything, and they can’t advise you on anything.They can only tell you what they believe worked / or didn’t work for them.

Mistakes are part of life. And yet, for some reason, most parents in this world, wish their children made no mistakes at all, or as little as possible.

It’s entirely on our children to build their best futures. Not on us, parents. And we should be imprinting this message on our children’s brains from as early as possible.

They (parents) have been doing this (imposing their beliefs about life on you) since you were born. That’s more than enough to establish a habit.

They (parents) use this guilt-tripping to stop you from fulfilling your plans, but most important, from believing something they don’t (something which contradicts their beliefs)

It’s safer/ easier to follow the script and complain how broken some things are in that script, than to attempt to change those things.

We are all entitled to our own share of mistakes and learning experiences in life. No one should take them away from us. Not even our parents.

It is in the nest of disappointment where depression lays its eggs.

The one thing that you can be sure about of what mankind has learned over the centuries...is that he has paid attention to none of it.

No more was seen the human form divine.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Weighing too much on someone's talent and not someone's personality. I think it matters whether someone has a good heart.

Pride is the great enemy of unity

Like my mother said, you can't go back to holding hands

I know that Brighton is famously a mixture of the seedy and the elegant, but in the summer of 2001 seediness swamped elegance hands down.

Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.

Women hold the power because we have the vaginas. If you're in a heterosexual relationship and you're a female, you win.