I jump off a cliff, so far as not being pushed by the Road Runner.
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no matter how much progress one makes they will feel that they did not do much. it is only after they stop to take a break will they see how far one has come. there is still always a taller mountain though, so keep climbing higher until you are satisfied with where you're at.
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"The poetry of cancer lies not in the disease itself, but in the resilience of the human spirit it unveils. Amidst the shadows of struggle, every heartbeat writes a verse of courage, every breath composes a stanza of hope, transforming pain into a testament of survival and strength."
Don Iannone, Cancer caregiver, Cleveland Clinic, Cleveland, Ohio
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Nothing in nature in Euclidean
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Na tun magar mach na crocodile tera ham nay band kar diya hai file open and shut case fake encounter shoot on sight clinic Pagal khanay.
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Click on Jesus and follow the prompts.
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If you are a public servant the majority rules; if you are a lawyer, your client does.
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She could not stop falling from the cliff. She should have known the fall always ended with broken bones and bleeding flesh.
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We all love the people who we can never save. We like the idea of being a hopeless romantic with tragic ending. We love the sadness until we experience it and then we hate ourselves for falling for people who we could not stop from jumping from the cliff. We play with danger and then blame the fate for pushing us. We kiss the death and then cry over the bruised body.
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It is you who wanted to bund Teka me and you wanted to gaand soi me in the back room of clinic why did you needle me?
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Words. How to avoid a cliche’ phrase?
Go for a walk.
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Some brilliants minds have climbed the ladder so confident of reaching their goal: was it luck or merit? If one is born with everything, he accomplishes very little.
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Those that climb up the ladder of greed and ambition; seldom realize those rungs were laid upon the backs of others to blame.
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Wounds and their consequences take time to heal,a reason we ought to be patient while we wait for the miracle. There's one way out of this, and that is climbing up a hill to healing; it needs extra effort,time, resilience and perseverance, we can consider it a sacrifice worth taking for the yields are beautiful.
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Zafar Supari plays psycho counselling nafsiati clinic Game kuj vi nahi.
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P.S. I don't need a ladder to keep climbing...
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Be open minded incline your ear and express yourself it helps
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Be open minded incline your ear and accept knowledge, wisdom, and understanding
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Creeper, climber, flower, or flies I cannot be;
What creature on earth could fully resemble ME?
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"Nature, a rhythm in cyclical rotation, like the workings of a clock"
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Client: I want to find happiness. Coach: Happiness is a choice, not a quest!
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if I'm clever and thick am I CLICK
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They’ll have to grow like crazy,
the springtime baby geese,
if they’re to fly to balmier climes
when autumn dismembers the leaves ...
And so I toss them loaves of bread,
then whisper an urgent prayer:
“Watch over these, my Angels,
if there’s anyone kind, up there.”
('Springtime Prayer' by Michael R. Burch, keywords: animal, nature, bird)
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Some won't like you because you're not part of their clique,
but as long as you stick with Jesus you'll remain in sync. - Jacob
In Sync - to be in perfect harmony regardless of what the circumstance is.
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In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.
Who I am and why I came,
I do not know; nor does it matter.
The end of every man’s the same
and every god’s as mad as a hatter.
I do not fear the letting go;
I only fear the clinging on
to hope when there’s no hope, although
I lift my face to the blazing sun
and feel the greater intensity
of the wilder inferno within me.
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A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember...
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed in her flesh,
our soft cries, like regret
...the enameled white clips
of her bra strap
still inscribe dimpled marks
that my kisses erase...
now that I have forgotten her face.
('The Effects of Memory' by Michael R. Burch)
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Who, if I objected, would hear me among the angelic orders?
For if the least One pressed me intimately against its breast,
I would be lost in its infinite Immensity!
Because beauty, which we mortals can barely endure, is the beginning of terror;
we stand awed when it benignly declines to annihilate us.
Every Angel is terrifying!
('Rilke’s First Elegy' by Rainer Maria Rilke, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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A lonely one is like a planet that seems adrift in space trying to cling to a star in a galaxy
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The mountains in my life are here to teach me how to climb
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