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A prosperous person programmes prosperous thinking into his or her mind.

Cheap people often are not very happy because they love money more than they love their families

NEWSPAPER: What great paper is the Earth; what a typeface is the Day; what ink is the Night! – Everyone prints, everyone reads; no one understands.

Every so often an author comes along and changes the world. I am not that author!

The path to wisdom is paved with humility.

the only realistic choice is to follow your dreams

He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.

Love is wanting to be with someone all the time.It is accepting the other person with all good qualities and bad and not wanting to change any of them. It is wanting to give affection and approval and comfort and everything that is oneself,demanding nothing in return. It is - love is very difficult, Julia. It is an ideal, rarely achieved in reality because we are all selfish and imperfect beings. It is a dream, a goal, something to be aimed for.

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn't hidden. No need for that spell anymore, I guess. Still, I covered it with my palm. Archer's hands clutched reflexively on my waist. Our eyes met. "It doesn't burn this time," I whispered.His breathing was ragged. "Beg to differ, Mercer.

Action on behalf of life transforms. Because the relationship between self and the world is reciprocal, it is not a question of first getting enlightened or saved and then acting. As we work to heal the earth, the earth heals us.

You just gotta love someone with full force, even if it hurts you. Even if you end up regretting it, at least you gave it your all.

Mom used to say that the thoughts in our heads were nothing more than electrical impulses. I remember Dad and her talking about this over dinner. It frustrated Dad that the human brain can fire electrical sparks and think, but that the electricity he’d pump into an android brain would never give it independent thought. The body isn’t that different from a machine. Humans and androids both run on electricity.That lightning spark of energy I saw in the reverie.That was my mother’s last thought, an echo of electricity, something that sparked when I entered her dreamscape.That spark is gone now. Her life is gone now. Everything that made her, her, is gone now. Faded into nothing.

Part of the process in healing from trauma, like recovering from addiction, is developing connection and support with others.

Somewhere, somehow, at some unknown intersection between prayer and work, God indwells our humble offering—God indwells us—and turns human actions into spiritual awakenings.

A human being can only endure depression up to a certain point; when this point of saturation is reached it becomes necessary for him to discover some element of pleasure, no matter how humble or on how low a level, in his environment if he is to go on living at all. In my case these insignificant birds with their subdued colourings have provided just sufficient distraction to keep me from total despair. Each day I find myself spending longer and longer at the window watching their flights, their quarrels, their mouse-quick flutterings, their miniature feuds and alliances. Curiously enough, it is only when I am standing in front of the window that I feel any sense of security. While I am watching the birds I believe that I am comparatively immune from the assaults of life. The very indifference to humanity of these wild creatures affords me a certain safeguard. Where all else is dangerous, hostile and liable to inflict pain, they alone can do me no injury because, probably, they are not even aware of my existence. The birds are at once my refuge and my relaxation.

What strange places our lives can carry us to, what dark passages.

You may have done mistakes, you may have fail couple of times. But isn't the end of your career. Shit happens but LIFE goes on

Nice sweater Bob, does it come in mens?

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures, and one without must be among the most miserable, I think, the only true blessing of their lives that they don't know how poorly off they are.

I am a diamond But people see me as goldHonestly, I wanna be silver

Fate has given you a chance of stepping out of your comfort zone. Take the trip. (Aunt Eve talking to Febronia)

Practice is the process of moving conscious action into subconscious and unconscious action.

The true voice is a good spirit.

Sometimes consequences are building blocks fashioned of granite when successes are shaped of clay.

That stormy day in the desert, however, much changed for me. We must have our goals, our dreams and we must strive for them. We are not gods, however; we do not have the power to shape every aspect of the future. And the road the world makes for us is one that teaches humility if we are willing to learn.

While we tend to think of love as some faraway place, it is actually a place nearby that we have forgotten.

When you dread getting up in the morning to go somewhere, you are going to the wrong place.

True biblical love is a selfless commitment of one's body, soul, and spirit to the betterment of the other person.

This is what Helen has learned: it is possible to be so tired you cannot reach for the sky, you cannot breathe. You can’t even talk. You can’t pick up the phone. You can’t do a dish or dance or cook or do up your own zipper.

A memory can taint your dreams

Things may need to stay in the darkness for some time. There is power in darkness: the power of gestation, deep dreaming, and the sweetness of night. However, sometimes darkness obscures our vision, making it difficult to see some of our very important parts. And sometimes darkness is a messy closet into which we shove things we can't quite get rid of, but don't know how to use anymore.

Mature love is like mature infinity: there is no such thing!

Every good tree shall bear fruits in the sacred season.

Nothing is a Shame to your Loved One coz you do everything together, If He/She is ashamed of His/Her Body to You then He/She isn't in Your Life". He/She doesn't Trust you, feel safe with You. Believe Me or Not.

I write small poems— the kind that fit on a postcard… and still can break your heart

Wait and see the steps you should or should not have taken, and you shall understand patience and impatience better!

You know what you have to do, you just can't do it", Sara says wearily. "It's like you have bricks on your feet.

It was impossible not to smile back-Nick radiated light.

All of us take pride and pleasure in the fact that we are unique, but I'm afraid that when all is said and done the police are right: it all comes down to fingerprints.

There are two types of people in this world- those who pull out of bed each morning at the thought of breakfast and those who are driven by ambition. The former succeed in satisfying hunger pangs and the latter accomplish their life goals.

Lot

I would rather walk alone in light than with many in the darkness.

I feel separated and cut off from the world around me, but occasionally I've felt that it was really a part of me, and I hope I'll have that feeling again, and that next time it won't go away. That's a dim, misty outline of the story that's told so often, of how man once lived in a golden age or a garden of Eden or the Hesperides ... how that world was lost, and how we some day may be able to get it back again. ... This story of the loss and regaining of identity is, I think, the framework of all literature.

You can attain your highest potential.

She wanted to confess and be forgiven. She wanted her soul to be clean, but it was impossible. To be forgiven, she would have to repent. Repent, as in resolve not to sin again. Fred prayed every day that God would give her strength to want to repent, but she never felt like she’d received that strength.

As every slumdweller knew, there were three main ways out of poverty: finding an entrepreneurial niche, as the Husains had found in garbage; politics and corruption, in which Asha placed her hopes; and education.

When a bad experience shakes your faith in humanity, hold those depressing thoughts and ask yourself. 1. How many things in life have you achieved Without anyone’s help ? I can almost guarantee none. The help may be in terms of an action, an advise, direction or mere presence. 2. How many times has someone just come in from nowhere in your time of need and said or done just what you needed at that moment.Each one of us is an angel for someone. Let's be that angel more often.

If you saw her in these moments, you might think she was collecting her thoughts in order to go forward. But I see it another way: Her mind is being overwhelmed by two processes that must simultaneously proceed at full steam. One is to deal with and live in the present world. The other is to re-experience and mourn something that happened long ago. It is as though her lightness pulls her toward heaven, but the extra gravity around her keeps her earthbound.

There is something talismanic about familiar words.

Your voice is your identity. If you don't use it, your halfway to Asphodel already.

There is something way more bigger than just being a writer. Being a writer doesn’t mean you just write about things because you want that. It means that you are capable to feel this world and every emotion deepest than you can, and you’re just sharing that with people all around the world. It means that there is something common between infinity and writing. Writing makes me feel immortal. You just can’t stop, cause there are endless words inside of you…

The fireworks continued to burn and spread all over the school that afternoon. Though they caused plenty of disruption, the other teachers did not seem to mind them very much."Dear, dear," said Professor McGonagall sardonically, as one of the dragons soared around her classroom, emitting loud bangs and exhaling flame. "Miss Brown, would you mind running along to the headmistress and informing her that we have an escaped firework in our classroom?""Thank you so much, Professor!" said Professor Flitwick in his squeaky little voice. "I could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but I wasn't sure whether I had the authority..."Beaming, he closed the classroom door in Umbridge's snarling face.

To be scorned in the public because of your race is to let you know the degree of darkness in that particular society

Meditation is good for the elderly, great for adults, even greater for children, and greater still for pregnant women. So, meditate and be well.

And yet for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

…it seemed to Kirsch that the most reliable guide to the mental landscape of a patient was the patient himself. He was better placed to explain his behaviour and his experiences than anyone else. Yet wherever Kirsch went, the patient was the very last person anyone thought to consult. Because, of course, the patient was insane.

Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done.

The size of the tree you cut determines the weight with which you have to throw the axe.

I may just be on the outskirts of being okay.

Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.