Quando tiver que escolher entre estar certo e ser gentil, escolha ser gentil.
Just goes to show, everyone really does have a story to tell. And most people, at least in my experience, are a little more noble than they think they are.
You have to be willing to work harder than everyone else to achieve your goals and dreams! The way I see it, a dream is like a drawing in your head that comes to life. You have to imagine it first. Then you have to work extremely hard to make it come true.
It’s like how compass needles always point north, no matter which way you’re facing. All those eyes are compasses, and I’m like the North Pole to them.
When given the choice between being right and being kind, choose kind.
Sometimes friendships are hard.
But the good thing about life, Julian,” she continued, “is that we can fix our mistakes sometimes. We learn from them. We get better. One mistake does not define you.
Look with kindness and you will always find wonder.
When something scary like this happens, it acts like a wake-up call, you know? It makes us reassess what’s important in life. Our family. Our friends. The people we love.
Maybe he knew it and maybe he didn’t, but for someone like me, words like that are worth all the medals in the world.
Things that happen to us, even the bad stuff, can often teach us a little bit about ourselves.
Teachers need the freedom to teach – freedom they can’t have if they’re only teaching so their students can pass tests. I’m pretty sure my students won’t find anything about Hector on the Common Core tests. I’m equally sure that what they learned about Wisdom, Justice, Courage, and Temperance may stay with them for the rest of their lives. – Mr. Browne.
It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and smudged the colors across the sky with their fingers.
One mistake does not define you, Julian. Do you understand me? You must simply act better next time.
Always try to be a little kinder than necessary.
What kind of person am I?
Okay, so I admit that the first day of school I was so nervous that the butterflies in my stomach were more like pigeons flying around my insides.
While she was saying this, I was thinking, We just finished the freakin’ Egypt project, now we have to start a whole new thing? And then in my head I was going, Oh noooooo! like that kid in Home Alone with his mouth hanging open and his hands on his face. That was the face I was making on the inside. And then I thought of those pictures of melting ghost faces I’ve seen somewhere, where the mouths are open wide and they’re screaming.
Es curioso lo rara que puede ser la gente.
It was like when you’re in a room where one of the lightbulbs on the ceiling isn’t working, but you don’t realize how dark it is until someone changes the lightbulb and then you’re like, whoa, it’s so bright in here !