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![]() 409》I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
- Joanne Harris |
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![]() 410》Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas |
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![]() 411》There are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to know that it really is a mistake is to make that mistake and go, "Yup, that was a mistake". So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake because then you'll go about your whole life not knowing whether it was a mistake or not.
- Lilly |
#424
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![]() 412》Beware of what you let enter your heart. There’ll come a day when you’d give anything to remove it.
- Yasmin Mogahed |
#425
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![]() 413》Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
- Andrea Gibson |
#426
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![]() 414》My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.
- Maya Angelou |
#427
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![]() 415》Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate And though I often have passed them by A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun. - J.R.R. Tolkien |
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![]() 416》And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.
- J.K. Rowling |
#429
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![]() 417》I do believe in an everyday sort of magic -- the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness*of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone.
- Charles de Lint |
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