I couldn't have said it better myself

“I will not live an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less
afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a
promise. I chose to risk my significance; to live so that which came to me as a
seed goes to the next as a blossom and that which came to me blossom,
goes on as fruit.” – Dawna Markova

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas


"Well-behaved women rarely make history" Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

"Never Never Never Give Up" Winston Churchill