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And so we stand here motionless, waiting for the bitter end of all that is beautiful in this world; hoping read more
And so we stand here motionless, waiting for the bitter end of all that is beautiful in this world; hoping only that the futures power will shed light on a new and wonderful destiny.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that read more
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that hath fed of that worm.
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]
For rarely man escapes his destiny.
[It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]
In life, the only certainty is uncertainty.
In life, the only certainty is uncertainty.
I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know: the only ones among you who read more
I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.
Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, read more
Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.
Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on read more
Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny.
I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times read more
I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person.
For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge read more
For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.