"When we are young, familiarity breeds contempt; when we grow older, we often beat the path to it."
dB
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One of the few good things about getting older is that there are so many things not worth caring about that I don't care about anymore. A certain part of wisdom is indifference.
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In the eyes of the beholder. Self evident. Truth is always true.
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No truth is harder to swallow when it contradicts its noblest values. Be the upholder of truth: it's your pledge of integrity,
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Knowledge breeds power and facts... Truth the very mediocre becomes a prey to a evil holder.
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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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"Anger is a fire that burns the holder more than the target." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Blindes is folded into remindness, cause..
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Do we not live in the world we know nothing abt?
We are blinders
Indeed
Blinders, are timeless.
We are they.
And they are we.
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It appears that some have found the key to success, stored and locked away in the frailties of others, only to be stolen by those keyholders all the same.
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The Journey To The Library Is Embolden by the Equivalency's Of Sound And Expression!
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What I love most about autumn is the golden-crimson leaves blanketing the ground signaling rebirth to come, death in all its promising grandeur —I Am Anaya
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Girls who ponder the depths of love without having taken the plunge are like artists, creating masterpieces in their hearts, waiting for the right moment to unveil their canvas to the world. Yet they shall not know that for every masterpiece there is always the boldest stroke which can make or break everything.
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"The walls are not falling like Jericho, they are dissolving; brick by brick. Beyond the purple haze, a golden place."
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"The walls are not falling like Jericho, they are dissolving; brick by brick. Beyond the purple haze, a golden place."
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Let forgiveness weave its golden thread, Healing wounds that once bled, For in its power, we transcend, And find love and peace, until the end.
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Any corrupt person has a big mouths to swallow a golden big brick.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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When someone asks me my age. My answer will be this:
I'm older then what you may think,but younger then what I may appear. To those that know me I play many roles from dad, to uncle to grandfather to brother to son to cousin. I am as old as I feel and as old as I wish to be.
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If you got scolded by your teacher, just be silent. But in future, you might be the topper in all.
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A lawyer is a degree holder whereas an advocate is a license holder.
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Be as golden within as without.—Michael R. Burch, "Suntan lines"
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Once when her kisses were fire incarnate
and left in their imprint bright lipstick, and flame,
when her breath rose and fell over smoldering dunes,
leaving me listlessly sighing her name ...
('Once' by Michael R. Burch)
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Removing statues doesn't heal racial hatred. It's the hatred that prevails and makes people act grudgingly towards them.
The sculptor who molded them believed in their worthiness.
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5. Poetry is cake on a golden platter, eaten with fork, spoon, butter knife or greedy hands.
Robert J. Lindley
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"My determination will reignite like the smoldering embers of a phoenix."
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'Hurry Honey Fun News... Honey fact "Mr. Mick Jagger's Grand Child born 1914 is older than his own Child Born 1916 - ay"
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'Hurry Honey Fun News... Honey fact "Mr. Mick Jagger's Grand Child born 1914 is older than his own Child Born 1916 - ay"
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Thankfulness is a golden gift to anyone who receives it.
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your just going to get older and more alone. Then one day your going to look up and realize that everyone loves you.....But no one likes you. and that is the hardest feeling.
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As people get older they become more like themselves.
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Stepping into the shimmering sun, sparkling dewdrops against petals so perfect and alive... finally, I go beyond my thoughts into the golden hues of my whispering heart!
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