- Anais Nin
- Anais Nin
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
The world isn’t always fair; time has a keen way of showing us that. But please don’t let that simple truth dull your sparkle. You were created to thrive in the face of inequity. That is the only answer to unfairness. Thrive - just thrive.
The world isn’t always fair; time has a keen way of showing us that. But please don’t let that simple truth dull your sparkle. You were created to thrive in the face of inequity. That is the only answer to unfairness. Thrive - just thrive.