❝ as you know, brooke’s probably one of the most popular people in school, something i’m definitely not, and yet she’s my friend. she never cared what clique i was part of, the kinds of clothes i wore, or the fact i have to ride the bus. she looked passed that stuff, and when you think about it, isn’t that what we want in a president? someone who can see past the superficial differences, and bring us together? this year, brooke’s had her share ups and downs, just like all of us, but most of you never saw it. because even when life got hard, brooke never let it in. she was just… brooke, tough, smart, one of a kind, and i don’t know about you but those are things i look for in a leader. brooke davis is my friend, but that’s not why i’m voting for her. i’m voting for because of her heart and her spirit, and because she’s the best person for the job. ❞
It’s the oldest story of the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday and then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today and that someday is yesterday and this is you life
The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning. And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him… It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning. There are many who couldn’t understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again… And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart.