I’ve never been very keen on quoting/sharing “secondhand” quotes, unless they are from great masters like Rumi, Socrates, Gandhi, Aristotle, Confucius, to name a few, and even then I do a bit of homework to make sure I stick as much as possible to their original.
Or unless they’re firsthand quotes from people that I personally know and admire.
Or unless I invent the quote myself. (my personal favorite is ‘…Weeeeh… Wheeeeeh Wheeeeeeh’ dating back to the day I was born)
Perhaps I’m too proud of a person to share cliché stuff without my own stamp, and I’m especially allergic to picture-quotes with markings “share if you agree”, they tend to make me feel a bit nauseous. Or maybe I’m just too critical, or too picky. Or I think too much. Or whatever.
But…there are exceptions every now and then. This one for example. I haven’t got a clue where it comes from, but it did make me smile, as soon as I noticed the glass in the lady’s right hand.
I always was secretly proud to have the 9 lives of a cat. This quote and that glass made me realize I’m definitely NOT a cat, I’m just me, and that’s good enough.