Como eu me sinto:

Como Pocahontas.

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

You think I’m an ignorant savage, and you’ve been so many places, I guess it must be so. But still I cannot see if the savage one is me; how can there be so much that you don’t know?

—  Pocahontas

Mother, why can I not feel as I should… must? Once false, I must not be again. Take out the thorn

—  Pocahontas

I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.

—  Pocahontas

sometimes the right path is not the easiest one. Don’t you see? Only when the fighting stops, can you be together.