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Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Life can only be understood back- wards; but it must be lived forwards.
Life can only be understood back- wards; but it must be lived forwards.
We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals read more
We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals maintain their sense of coherence (i.e. sense that life is comprehensible, manageable, and meaningful) and ability to function in the face of changes in themselves and their relationships with their environment. -Aaron Antonovsky.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the read more
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
There is a cropping-time in the races of men, as in the fruits of
the field; and sometimes, if read more
There is a cropping-time in the races of men, as in the fruits of
the field; and sometimes, if the stock be good, there springs up
for a time a succession of splendid men; and then comes a period
of barrenness.
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.
Life is a compromise of what your ego wants to do, what experience tells you to do, and what nerves read more
Life is a compromise of what your ego wants to do, what experience tells you to do, and what nerves let you do.
I am whatever you say I am; if I wasn\'t, then why would you say I am.
I am whatever you say I am; if I wasn\'t, then why would you say I am.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. -Crowfoot.
