“Reading Gypsy Boy, I felt invited into a secret society. I've always found Gypsies mysterious and even slightly dangerous, and Mikey Walsh does an excellent job describing the cloistered lifestyle and fascinating traditions of the Romani people. Moreover, Mikey's personal story of being a misfit among misfits is both compelling and universal. I cheered for him every step of the way.” PeopleWayDoeStoriesJobsReadingFoundFeltSecretStepsBoysDangerousTraditionUniversalLifestyleMysteriousExcellentFascinatingCompellingInvitedDescribingEvery StepGypsyMisfitsSecret SocietyPersonal StoriesMikey Author:Julia Scheeres
“My security comes from my senses, my sensing the direction I should go and suddenly I felt out of tune, out of step with what other people wanted or what other people expected of me.” PeopleShouldWantedFeltStepsSecurityExpectedSensesTunesSensing Author:Kim Novak
“In each experience of my life, I have had to step out of one little space of the known light, into a large area of darkness. I had to stand awhile in the darkness, and then gradually God has given me light. But not to linger in. For as soon as that light has felt familiar, then the call has always come to step out ahead again into new darkness.” LittlesLightFaithGivenFeltSpaceKnownStepsDarknessCourageAreasFamiliar Author:Mary McLeod Bethune
“I felt permanently exiled from 'normality.' Whether imposed by self or society, this outsider status - and not the disability itself - constitutes the most daunting barrier for most people with physical impairments, because it, even more than flights of steps or elevators without braille, prevents them from participating fully in the ordinary world, where most of life's satisfactions dwell.” PeopleWorldSelfFeltStepsNormalOrdinarySatisfactionFlightBarriersDisabilityOutsidersParticipatingElevatorsNormalityOrdinary WorldBraille Author:Nancy Mairs
“The first time I was given money to shop for myself, I was 13 and staying with my godmother in New York. I went to Clinique and bought the three-step acne programme and felt so grown-up.” FirstsThreeGivenFeltStepsNew YorkFirst TimeShopsStayingProgrammesGodmotherAcne Author:Trinny Woodall
“I knew I just loved comedy, and I think it was my parents who initially brought up the notion of me trying to do stand-up. I think I actually tried writing jokes just at home, just kind of sitting around. But it seemed like a very real way to step into the world of comedy. I felt I could do it, so why not?” ThinkingWorldWayWritingTryingKindRealHomeFeltParentStepsComedyJokesSittingNotionWhy NotSitting Around Author:Seth Rogen
“I think it's probably true that creative people are touched by melancholy more than the average person, and to the extent that delving into that shadow world produces good work, I'm all for it. But I think you have to be able to step back from the work, and say, "Look how miserable I felt. Look how beautifully I wrote about it. Now I'm going to get an iced coffee and chat with a friend." Writing should be a way out of despair.” PeopleThinkingWorldWayShouldWritingLooksPersonsAbleFeltStepsCreativeProduceDespairShadowAverageCoffeeMiserableTouchedMelancholyGood WorkCreative PeopleAverage PersonDelving Author:David Starkey
“People need to understand that the Lauryn Hill they were exposed to in the beginning was all that was allowed in that arena at the time. I had to step away for the sake of the machine. I was being way too compromised. I felt uncomfortable having to smile in someone's face when I really didn't like them or know them well enough to like.” PeopleKnowsWayNeedsWellsEnoughFacesFeltStepsMachinesSmileSakeHillsUncomfortableExposedArena Author:Lauryn Hill
“There's not one human being on the planet earth who has never felt, at some point, unaccepted. At some point in our lives, we feel like we're not good enough, but we have to step back and realize that we are.” FeelsHumansEnoughEarthFeltRealizingHuman BeingsStepsOur LivesPlanetsGood EnoughPlanet EarthNot Good Enough Author:Jussie Smollett
“Death tripped down the corridor, changing step, struck out here and there, danced pirouettes; often I felt his breath on my face when he was miles away; often I fell asleep and dreamed while he stood leaning over my bed.” FacesFeltStepsBedBreathsMilesHere And ThereMiles AwayCorridorsPirouettes Book:Dialogue with Death: The Journal of a Prisoner of the Fascists in the Spanish Civil War Source: Dialogue with Death: The Journal of a Prisoner of the Fascists in the Spanish Civil War