Do not be angry with the dormant friends you have on Facebook and on social media who do not LIKE or comment on your statuses and pictures, and do not congratulate you on your birthday. See them just as the regular passengers you meet every morning on the train and bus on your way to work, and with whom you do not exchange greetings ? the only thing you share being just passengers on board the same train and bus. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

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Like that Horn of Plenty, and also Pandora's Box, an open heart yields treasure and rocks --

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Lost in the corridors of my muddled mind, inside realms of the unknown, my journey still as virgin as a bride.

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The beautiful gravity of the silent night reveals the splendor story of God

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Like a Vesperian night,
shrouded in indigo and crimson,
the city's dark beauty seeps into my pores,
a madonna of mayhem,
her lovely visage a canvas of chaos etched in splendor and decay

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“The seeds of greatness lie dormant within, waiting for the nurturing touch of purpose to awaken them.” - Aloo Denish Obiero

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I wonder if Lady GaGa will endorse President GaGa this time around?

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This earth is such an ass world curocity that they disturb and break the unit of terms of life cycle sun is only yamraj family in purana so that bole nath speard smoke out of Sagar called ulta with rays but fuckng science lecture final episode
Agdori mahabharmanand

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Technology, imbued with wisdom, adorned by ethics, and draped in compassion, possesses the power to address complex challenges, steer positive societal change, and foster an inclusive, equitable world. - Aloo Denish Obiero

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The silence of the virtuous is the loudest endorsement of wickedness. -Aloo Denish Obiero

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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)

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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)

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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful.

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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.

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" They who still live for this world are in Darkness in the Light of the Dying. But they are Enlightened with the Light of The Living, who,despising the Light of the World, return to the Splendor of the Inward Brightness that they may live in that place where they may see, by feeling it, the True Light, where Light and Life are not different from each other, but where the Light itself is Life also." -St.Gregory

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“A bouquet of spring color adorns natures breast,
seductive banquet for flickering wings.”

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We are spirit-extensions of one another, also never to doubt the loving support of that great tether linking us eternally with our creator and His inextinguishable Heaven...wherever we are, or travel to, beyond mortal mist, from seeming dark corridor is yet another chance for an even brighter dawn and wondrous journey.

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Do what you can
Ok
With what you have
Ok
Where you are
Ok
All from Theodore Roosevelt except for the
Oks which are my assent and contribution

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In this petty race of seeking endorsements for self worth. How many people genuinely smile everyday because of you?

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Small minds continue to shrink, but those whose hearts are firm and whose consciences endorse their conduct, will persevere until death.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

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Doraha goli ya teka choice is yours.

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As long as you love, you will be loved. The very minute you stop, you will still be adored.

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Don't devour the kindness in people because you are a stranger to the beast that lies dormant inside them

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Don't devour the kindness in people because you are a stranger to the beast that lies dormant inside them

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Don't devour the kindness in people because you are a stranger to the beast that lies dormant inside them

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Don't devour the kindness in people because you are a stranger to the beast that lies dormant inside them

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Don't devour the kindness in people because you are a stranger to the beast that lies dormant inside them

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Don't devour the kindness in people because you are a stranger to the beast that lies dormant inside them

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Pessoas que se tornam empreendedoras – apenas destinadas a vender caro - vivem em uma névoa contínua, sem ver ou julgar nada com clareza.
A pessoa empreendedora de fato deve ser erudita em várias ciências, e deve ter uma cabeça razoável, filosófica e em certa medida matemática, para aí sem, se tornar uma empreendedora completa e excelente, digna de comprar, vender e lucrar com maestria e dignidade.

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Receita para ser feliz nesta e em outras vidas.
Viva uma boa vida. Se houver deuses e eles forem justos, nunca vão se importar com o quão devoto você tem sido, mas o receberão com base nas virtudes pelas quais você viveu.
Se existem deuses, mas injustos, então você não deve querer adorá-los.
Se deuses nunca existiram, e você viver virtuosamente, então você irá embora, mas terá vivido uma vida nobre que viverá nas memórias de seus entes queridos.

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