I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour.
生活不是关于你不能做什么,而是关于你能做什么。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
我明白失败只是过程的一部分,你不能让它定义你。