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The book of life begins with a man and a woman in a garden, and ends with Revelations.
The book of life begins with a man and a woman in a garden, and ends with Revelations.
The art of living is more like that of wrestling than of dancing. The main thing is to stand firm read more
The art of living is more like that of wrestling than of dancing. The main thing is to stand firm and be ready for an unseen attack.
Life is growth. If we stop growing, technically and spiritually, we are as good as dead.
Life is growth. If we stop growing, technically and spiritually, we are as good as dead.
Life is like wind. When it blows, it washes everything away, so clutch onto what you are holding.
Life is like wind. When it blows, it washes everything away, so clutch onto what you are holding.
Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.
Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
Simply the thing I am shall make me live.
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to read more
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt.
Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. read more
Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, read more
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and almost never leave. Our lives are measured by those.
