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Everything is a gift of the universe -- even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for read more
Everything is a gift of the universe -- even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for our growth or our enjoyment.
Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...
Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...
When something (an affliction) happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.
When something (an affliction) happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.
Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be read more
Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less read more
Don't wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
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Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.
Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
He who moves not forward, goes backward
He who moves not forward, goes backward
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long read more
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it falls and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.