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I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
~Mother Teresa |
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When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche |
“Death frees from the fear of dying”
― Paulo Coelho |
Don't expect or look for perfection in other people (you can't give it in return).
~Buddhist Bootcamp |
Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald |
Like the rising sun, she was wholly unaware of her own dazzling beauty. |
This.
"For me, every hour is grace. And I feel gratitude in my heart each time I can meet someone and look at his or her smile."
-Elie Wiesel |
thought this poem may be apropos for the new year
http://www.poetseers.org/wp-content/...g-feathers.jpg |
Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.--John Ruskin
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“Our wishes are like tinder: the flint and steel of circumstances are continually striking out sparks, which vanish immediately, unless they chance to fall upon the tinder of our wishes; then, they instantly ignite, and the flame of hope is kindled in a moment.”
Agnes Grey, Anne Brontë |
"Letting go is like a mental, emotional, and spiritual delete button. It doesn't change what happened, but it removes that event's power to continue hurting you. Until you make peace with your difficult memories, that pain will continue to bleed into your current and future experiences." |
"THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT MONEY CANNOT BUY, LIKE MANNERS, MORALS, INTELLIGENCE AND CLASS." |
"We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life waiting for us"
~Joseph Campbell |
The people who want to stay in your life will always find a way
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A beautiful woman delights the eye; a wise woman, the understanding; a pure one, the soul.
~Minna Antrim |
"Keep a guard over your eyes and ears as the inlets of your heart, and over your lips as the outlet, lest they betray you in a moment of unwariness.”
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë |
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We look before and after,
And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought. Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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