"The mind can time travel, but the heart always beats in the present."
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“Better a tree for eagles
than a haunt for ravens.”
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I am well-traveled in my mind. Life is lived between the ears, the rest is stage setting.
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Although lost to history, one may imagine that the origin of the phrase 'to face the music' is that Scottish military formations placed their musicians in the rear. So soldiers had the choice of going forward into battle, or turning back and listening to the bagpipes. This accounts for their bravery.
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Being brave is being scared, but still facing something you'd rather run away from.
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As i travel along life's highway, I have no need to hurry, for those who I loved have gone, those left ain't worth the worry.
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Women who travel light and carry the bare essential are men's delights
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Only the dead are brave. The rest of us do what we must regardless of our fear.
— Doc Thomas
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Indeed, the stars are yet studied as mysteries, no nearer -- in fact, many having traveled further away, out of sight. Enough of them always remaining for each of us to make new constellations of his own.
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Those who have traveled thru the stars belong to the universe.
Those who have traveled thru the stars have special tasks to perform.
Those who come through the stars gaze with contended smile.
They know this life is just a small part of their journey...... They have been traveling together and will always travel together thru the ages thru the stars.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO E.J Brooks
Rain
"In every drop of rain, a story is written, a tale of travel from cloud to earth, a cycle of rebirth."
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" If there's no such thing as fear, then, there's no bravery. 'Cause, through overcoming fear, there's bravery."
- Vivian
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Always some regrets, curiosities...always wondering, if only slightly, of road not traveled...life is really too short -- our nature to want to wander where we wonder.
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The world can seem a hard enclosure...love bravely poking its tender heart out...sniffing the air~ before retreating.
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“For time, a raven, tapping at our soul's door,
Inspires us to create, to seek evermore….”
-Edward Wraith
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"Let the sea be my grave and the crest of waves my monument,"
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life stages are like chapters in a book; sometimes turning the page is the bravest thing you can do. embrace the simplicity in every sentence, for it's in the easy moments that your story truly shines.
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Choice ... is a road that free will travels often, yet to always collect a toll.
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One can travel long on the surface, but not far from the heart.
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The bravest battle fought is the one that ends war before it begins. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Environmental stewardship doesn't demand perfection; it craves our dedication to making a difference, one mindful choice at a time. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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We travel from God, toward God...to eventually realize, we had never left Him nor Him us.
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Loyalties are important, yet they can travel only so far. One comes to question that commitment, such as, is it to an ideal cause; or to an individual, who's actions give one pause. If the answer returns some clarity, with a consensus, but conflicting view, one can finally reach a conclusion; to thine self, will you be true.
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Remorse and regret is all left in chaos,
See where we lie, grave of our own.
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"The voices howl in the dark frightens even the brave."
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"Glory to the bravehearted! Glory to the departed!" a tribute to the courage and heroism of those who have fought and died for us all in the cause of freedom and liberty, from the poem "Glory to the Departed" by Max Burchett.
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About bravery and honor: "Glory to the bravehearted! Glory to the departed!" by the poet Max Burchett.
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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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We are made of God substance, the light of His Will our spiritual star and navigation. We travel from and back to God, but never separate of God, the only imagined dim of nurturing relationship, is man's conscious denial -- the anarchy of dark delusion.
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