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Life consists of what a person is thinking about all day. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
The opinion of the majority is not the final proof of what is right. - Schiller Malice must go under the disguise of plainess, or else it is exposed.- Marquess of Halifax |
“The people who are the hardest to love are the ones who need it the most.” - peaceful warrior
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“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now. And when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.
― Masaru Emoto, The Secret Life of Water |
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path," -King David- (Psalms 119: 105) http://www.artfixdaily.com/images/pr...onfly_Lamp.jpg |
A lot of folks confuse bad management with destiny. - Kin Hubbard
A sick mind can not endure any harshness. - Latin Proverb Misfortune does not always come to injure. Italian Proverb |
" No one can make you feel inferior without your permission." --Eleanor Roosevelt
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The trouble with going with the flow is, you might wind up getting sucked down the drain. - Unknown
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it... always. -Mahatma Gandhi I like a man who grins when he fights. -Winston Churchill |
Cherish what you have rather than what you don't.
-mak ray |
Learning to Float....by April Linder
Learning to Float
Relax. It's like love. Keep your lips moist and parted, let your upturned hands unfold like water lilies, palms exposed. Breathe deeply, slowly. Forget chlorine and how the cement bottom was stained blue so the water looks clear and Caribbean. Ignore the drowned mosquitoes, the twigs that gather in the net of your hair. The sun is your ticket, your narcotic, blessing your chin, the floating islands of your knees. Shut your eyes and give yourself to the pulsating starfish, purple and red, that flicker on your inner lids. Hallucination is part of the process, like amnesia. Forget how you learned to swim, forget being told Don't panic. Don't worry. Let go of my neck. It's only water. Don't think unless you're picturing Chagall, his watercolors of doves and rooftops, lovers weightless as tissue, gravity banished, the dissolving voices of violins and panpipes. The man's hand circles the woman's wrist so loosely, what moors her permits her to float, and she rises past the water's skin, above verandas and the tossing heads of willows. Her one link to earth, his light—almost reluctant—touch, is a rope unfurling, slipping her past the horizon, into the cloud-stirring current. This far up, what can she do but trust he won't let go? Katniss~~ |
When facing a single tree, if you look at a single one of its red leaves, you will not see all the others.
When the eye is not set on one leaf, and you face the tree with nothing at all in mind, any number of leaves are visible to the eye without limit. But if a single leaf holds the eye, it will be as if the remaining leaves were not there. Takuan Soto |
You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
Buddha Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without. Buddha |
I have never been in a situation where having money, made it any worse. -Unknown
A bustling mother makes a slothful daughter.- Latin proverb The right to speak your mind, doesn't automatically include the right to be taken seriously. Hubert Humphreys |
Even the devil himself does not know where women sharpen their knives.
~Latvian Proverb |
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It wasn't good, really, the way it went,
but it was right. When an end must begin, I let it. The smell, the sight, the rasp of it, I had to relinquish my grasp on it, The tempestuous tumult portending torpor, A soul laid fallow in order to bloom again. ~Fatale |
Crashed on my shores,
shell cracking, she'll shock. Briny bitch licking salty wounds, won't take a grain but will litter a mile. I shall wear the husk of your rattle at my throat, Keep the fleshed fangs still. Gouging your way out to the in, I am not right or empty. Suttee on an icy pyre, muslin lust quickening. Widowed eventuality anneals. Sometimes I won't, sometimes I never will. Venial vanity, mortality in vein, my pulses slam on the altar of your imagined. Deserted crossroad bearing memories of the traveled, I add mine to the path. ~Fatale |
That flavor you teased you were,
you're not. Those flecks are not vanilla bean. Thank God they're not. That gentleness you claimed you had, you don't. Those passions aren't kind. Thank God they're not. The brilliance you try to deny, you can't. Such acumen will always shine. Thank God you do. Fatale |
Julie Parker quotes
sometimes when people are at their lowest, pain makes them do crazy things
sometimes when people do crazy things, they push us away sometimes when people push us away, they need our love even more sometimes when people need our love even more, they give us an opportunity to be the best we can be so go ahead and push, i can take it you ain't seen anything as strong as me i'm a girl - - - limbo - being pushed away by one hand while being held onto with the other |
bell hooks
“feminism is for everybody”
“If any female feels she need anything beyond herself to legitimate and validate her existence, she is already giving away her power to be self-defining, her agency.” “Love is a combination of care, commitment, knowledge, responsibility, respect and trust.” “To love well is the task in all meaningful relationships, not just romantic bonds.” —Gloria Jean Watkins a.k.a. "bell hooks" |
shakespeare #116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. |
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