Excellence is no accolade to be obtained in and of itself but rather the hallmark and herald of those committed to its ideal.
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The eyes of appreciation are gladdened daily.
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"Maybe love always hurts because I'm always grabbing it by the blade and not the hilt."
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The ladder of success is often difficult to climb but it has to be climbed with few or no recess.
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Love is the beacon of peace. Woe is the state where love is lacking! I dream of dallying my life with a beautiful lady whose name is housed in the abode of love, empathy and compassion.
— Muhammad Abdulhamid Kumo
April, 2024
#SpringHearted
#AlaSuperQuote
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We all believe in a God, or supernatural something: The faithful pray -- those less inclined, wish on a star, a turn of a card, toss of the dice, spin of the wheel -- and so the bouncing ball lands on the black or white of a gambler's soul, his deity, Lady Luck. Ah, the atheist! I am often reminded of what my father repeated: "no atheist in Fox Holes". The older I get, the righter he becomes.
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“Every drop of water, every breath of air, every blade of grass whispers the same truth: we are but custodians of this planet, entrusted with its care for generations yet to come.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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If you see me as a ladder, you will never grow.
Coz hard work knows no shortcuts.
If you see me as companion, we shall reach heights n walk miles.
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It's only when we start walking, we realise that journey is indeed more beautiful than what we seek as destination. The fact is that, when it rains, vibrant umbrellas come to rescue. When we slip, holding hands clutch sturdy. When we rise, the fireflies surround to make the win a legacy....... It's all in the journey.
I am glad, I am blessed.... I am walking. I am glad, I am blessed..... Angels surround me.
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Life is a journey of crossing borders, of overcoming fear and taking risks, of being glad you tried, of losing oneself and of growth.
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I wonder if Lady GaGa will endorse President GaGa this time around?
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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Tum hara kana kahani sunaey mohini ki Jo apsara Sagar manthan sey nikal kar aaye thi kuch pata nahi Bajan kirtan karti ho mohini vas like hipnotice if in that he created lady avtar then why you need other people he takes Shiv and brama or any Devi
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Ravan ka jalad bram rashka yougi aramb niti purvak mata mantra tantra
Aghori mhabharamnad
18th Jan 2024 marriage day oka
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Ravan ka jalad Sai Ram naath barjrang baali copies in ravan Kath
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Majestic heralds in form of misty fog silently convey the roar of yearning mountains.
The eternal silence of sea giggling n tickling the feet, display the clamor of a child. Dancing rainbows over restless waves invite for ballad.
Silently pouring rain wipes off the tears n fears, silent mentor calls on the terrace to show how quietly it washes off what's not desired.
Dense forests, gorgeous moon, twinkling stars......silence speaks
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How A meat gives the body to eat that makes your smell of body pressure Bild bold sex in Vishnu vara avtar to ladies gang bajantri girl is there.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Mai yha easily aaya hun dosto meri naag mani khai chout gayi thi nagin nai whoa dharn kar liya shani bhakt parhlad thanks neela nam yamraj ki garjana karna.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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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 invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Lady Godiva rides naked through the streets of the city on her horse for what for his people and look at you Zafar what have you done for us nothing you just sit idle and run sexy fake YouTube fahash channels isn't?
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Lady Godiva rode her horse naked through the market place of the town from one side to the other.
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"Glad to say, I did it my way; made such a brighter day." from the poem "Me to You" by Max Burchett
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Oye Najaiz olad tun meri Ma nu yawaya ay Oye Zalima Oye Bay gairta Oye Qatila Oye.
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