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“ Do you ever put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that’s what love is like. Everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but you just keep going. ”
- Practical Magic- Copy
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“ The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work. ”
- Émile Zola- Copy
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“ The art of existence is to find a sensation of spiritual expansion that makes you larger than existence itself. ”
- Talismanist Giebra- Copy
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“ The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love. That's the message we're brought up with, isn't it? Believe or die! Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options. ”
- Bill Hicks- Copy
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“ Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through selfgratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose. ”
- Helen Keller- Copy
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“ There is a distinct, awful pain that comes with loving someone more than they love you. ”
- Steve Maraboli- Copy
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“ Anyone who stops learning is old, whether twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young. The greatest thing you can do is keep your mind young. ”
- Mark Twain- Copy
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“ Good management is the art of making problems so interesting and their solutions so constructive that everyone wants to get to work and deal with them. ”
- Paul Hawken- Copy
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“ A successful marriage requires falling in love many times always with the same person. ”
- Mignon McLaughlin- Copy
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“ What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. ”
- Helen Keller- Copy
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“ I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up. ”
- Lauren Oliver- Copy
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“ Eyes not only see but reveal secrets that hidden within our very soul, as You and I stroll in this world in search for our true and better selves." Morco ”
- Jeff Morco- Copy
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“ Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. ”
- William Shakespeare- Copy
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