We loved each other with the same desperation a junkie seeks his syringe: in the dead of night, in darkness, without shame.
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"A Mirror doesn't just reflect yoir face – It reveals the truths you hide, the cracks you carry, and the strength you forget you have."
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It’s like buying a classic car that’s clocked half a million miles. Still polished, sounds sweet when you start it up, but push it too hard and the engine just can’t take the strain. Looks might still turn heads, but under the bonnet, the wear and tear tells a different story.
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Pain now does not come out from it's usual doors. It checks whether every other door is shut, it sits and waits for the rain but the last drops too have dried. Now the only way it can get rid of its weight is see the vast ocean of deeds and jump into it, not to be discovered by any other heart.
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There comes a time in all of our lives, when fear seeks an audience next to us and remain. Do we treat this guest as a permanent resident to host eternally, or do we cordially acknowledge their visit...then show them the door?
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Children's Books Can Have A Shared Relationship Of Objects And Colors, Enlightening The Syntax Of Poetic Possibility.
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“The creative process is more often than not euphoric. When euphoria becomes overwhelming resistance kicks in bringing doubt and self-doubt. To end the cycle of euphoria and doubts which hinder the creative process, we need to develop equanimity towards both, making creative processes unending, instead of a stop-start process.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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“ Our neurological networks become patterned and magnetised by thoughts. These magnets, as energy patterns, attract to us circumstances & people who harmonise with our thoughts. This means like will always attract like. It is simple, once we stand firm in our decision to authenticate. The standing firm is the challenging part.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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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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If you keep count of your desires in love, love breaks. And if you keep count of your sacrifices in friendship, friendship breaks.
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BOOKS ARE MY DIVINE COUNTERPART, THEY CAME TO ENGLIGHTEN ME.
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Our primary concern lacks the proper control. Those with primary control lack the proper concern.
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If you can't shoot the ducks in front of you, then you should hand someone else the gun.
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There is no back in Time as Einstein suggests -- Time is a part of us, in every cell and mental process recalled – Already, we are all we were, and all we will become – if anything, I seek knowledge of the eternal moment. Conscious oneness with God in His timeless infinite Universe…. The secret is, learning how to listen – “God speaks to us daily” –
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Ever notice when a Republican speaks it's more a revelation of character than anything else?
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Good works cannot buy redemption but God's grace; and in grace we are told "Go and sin no more." not go and sin for more.
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don't give second chance to the one who hurt you in past, because we don't read books backwards as we know what's gonna happen in that chapter.
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I like jumping in vain
since I know
the peaks always love
homeless birds
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Poetry is a life-long odyssey...sort of like, getting on a wood-craft, sailing off toward the horizon, praying one is dealing with round notes and not flats. The poetic heart floats and sinks with every lyrical journey.
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I've mastered the art of loneliness, I have it down to a tee,a smile is my disguise, for it masks the pain you see.
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Politicians have checks and balances. With law enforcement it's guilt or innocence. With colleagues it's governing and debates. With the media it's facts. With the American people it's the impression they give.
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A broken heart mends like a delicate vase, never quite the same, but more beautiful in its cracks.
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Letting go is the key that unlocks the door to new beginnings, where the past no longer holds the pen to our future.
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A discontent heart seeks more than it can give. A grateful heart seeks nothing. It already has everything it could need and want.
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Hypocrisy lacks empathy.
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Through the strait pass of suffering—
The Martyrs—even—trod.
Their feet—upon Temptations—
Their faces—upon God—
A stately—shriven—Company—
Convulsion—playing round—
Harmless—as streaks of Meteor—
Upon a Planet's Bond—
Their faith—the everlasting troth—
Their Expectation—fair—
The Needle—to the North Degree—
Wades—so—thro' polar Air!
--Emily Dickinson
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Happy is a man who reads good books.
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“Law and order is a job for all of us. If we shirk it long enough we will have anarchy, and all we’ve built will be destroyed.” William Blackstone
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All of us are soldiers in a battle, against an enemy that resides within. The conflict seeks to claim victory towards ones' soul, and forever vanquish the opponent's will ...
again.
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Blogging is like putting on medieval s(t)ocks
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