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Hate fizzles away into the great big nothing. Love always grows into a great big something... and love lasts forever and ever.
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History is for first timers, everything else is just history repeating. Watered down versions of popular images we see everyday, this is wha...
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The modern way is much better than the ways of yesterday. To try and emulate is fine for practice, but real and true identity results from t...
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It is our dreams that give us the strength to get out of bed in the morning. It is a change of circumstance that prevents the dreams from ha...
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There are small moments in our time that reveal the future in specific ways. Those who pay attention to the trajectory of things can see exa...
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If you are in search of something, the chances are very good that you are searching in the wrong places. One thing to remember in the social...
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The climb is not a climb at all. It is a process of learning that never comes to a close. Becomming whole, a man cannot stand being without ...
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The ancients believed in the stars and saw things in them that still exist today. The connections they made with the universe around them we...
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I wish you were here. I really really do. I know your out there somewhere and you are thinking about me. You may even be in a relationship w...
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A poet is a sad man with a glimmer of hope.
How wonderful it would be to feel nothing. Maybe not. Maybe feeling nothing would be lonely, the loneliest way to be.
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