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Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have read more
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
I am definitely going to take a course on time management... just as soon as I can work it into read more
I am definitely going to take a course on time management... just as soon as I can work it into my schedule.
Contemporaries appreciate the person rather than their merit, posterity will regard the merit rather than the person.
Contemporaries appreciate the person rather than their merit, posterity will regard the merit rather than the person.
Thee anger, in which a person can hold,
Only shows the true fear with in!
Thee anger, in which a person can hold,
Only shows the true fear with in!
Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.
Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
I noticed an almost universal trait among Super Achievers, and it was what I call Sensory Goal Vision. These people read more
I noticed an almost universal trait among Super Achievers, and it was what I call Sensory Goal Vision. These people knew what they wanted out of life, and they could sense it multidimensionally before they ever had it. They could not only see it, but also taste it, smell it, and imagine the sounds and emotions associated with it. They pre-lived it before they had it. And the sharp, sensory vision became a powerful driving force in their lives.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
