Time is ours in a way -- forward and back, present...out of all we have collectively seen and correctly imagined enough to chose from and prosper~ or keep going down in flaming defeat.
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Not too happy
If I succeed.
Not too sad
If I fail.
What am I heading towards?
Freedom —someone whispers.
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A wish is only the first faint whisper of intention and must be nourished with deep and abiding purpose to grow steadily, inevitably, into the great symphony of our whole being.
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"In the silence between breaths, we find the whispers of our soul." ~Bella Joy
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Still, I remain. because love in its rawest form, is not gentle. It is a tether that bruises the skin, a chain dressed as devotion, a prayer whispered into nothing with the desperate hope that nothing will answer.
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Competition concentrates upon jealousy and pulling down.
Minds free from calculations strategize well to prosper.
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For me, it is never difficult to have faith...faith is not about surviving in my mind. Not about staying healthy and prospering. Faith is mostly about serving.
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In the darkest corner of your mind, a door creaks open. It's the key to another dimension-A dimension of shadow, a dimension of fear. You're moving into a land of fractured mirrors and whispering phantoms, of things buried deep and ideas you've fought to forget. You've just crossed over into........yourself.
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A quiet whisper...requires no hearing aid.
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Indeed, artists have unlimited tools, ways for creative expression. The artist himself defines what freedoms and limits. When successful, he prospers...when not, he cleans restrooms on the side, till such glorious day.
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A man’s penis and a snake share some similarities : both are long; both are flexible; both change in shape and in size when roused; both stretch longer and become firmer when in action; both spit out liquid (the former spits out urine and sperm, the latter spits out venom); both cannot do without holes (the former goes into a hole for maximum pleasure, the latter for safety); both recoil after sufficiently striking their targets. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Poetry is just a story told frugally — almost silently, and in near-whispers. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Faith. Hope. Dream. These are energy boosters man needs as he desperately races through life. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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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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In every whispered question the soul finds space to grow.
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"Find the 'Other I' within - that's God/Allah/the Nameless."
"Humanity is the only true faith - all scriptures whisper this."
"Skin-deep equality fools. Soul-deep equality liberates."
"Stop wandering aimlessly - go to the connoisseur. Then you'll know if you're glass or diamond."
"Protest selflessly. Self-interested rebels become tomorrow's tyrants."
"God dwells not in hollow religiosity but in our conscience - His true throne."
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“Talk Health, Joy & Prosperity to every single person you meet. Soon you will be bathed in these yourself.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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Push forward my love, let go my love, fly high with the winds and the sky.
Do not sit in the lies of the deceiver, for he will whisper sad and mean things to you.
Push and do not stop you can make it to the top!
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Will the merciful Lord strengthen me when dreariness abounds and desperation revokes hopelessness? Only when my weakness becomes strength: I can rely on myself, not on others who may mock me, thinking it's foolishness. Success in everything cannot be achieved. Avoid stubbornness and settle for a simple life, never recurring to want more than need.
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LOVE:
Love is like a gentle whisper that
lingers on the edge of a cool breeze,
then unexpectedly, it touches you
and slowly caresses its way through
to the depths of your heart and slips
right into your Soul.
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The soul whispered to itself, 'I am here to learn, to love, and to grow.
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There can be no prosperity without law and order.
– President Donald Trump
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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 whispers of our past shapes the echoes of our future
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
"The melody of the wind through trees is nature's symphony, a timeless composition of rustling leaves and whispering breezes."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER-ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Jayde Sherriff
Red Roses
"In the quiet of dawn, ideas bloom like red roses, unseen but fragrant, whispering secrets to the early morning light."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
"The melody of the wind through trees is nature's symphony, a timeless composition of rustling leaves and whispering breezes."
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The thing with atheists is they desperately want to be wrong!
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If a leader should act a follower then his followers are already astray and doom. If a leader should follow the guide of a follower without pondering over it. Then the leader is desperate not determined.
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"The stars are the ancient storytellers of the cosmos, their light spanning eons and vast distances to whisper the universe's tales to us." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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