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Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued read more
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.
The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.
The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.
Life is the art of drawing sufficent conclusions from insufficient premises.
Life is the art of drawing sufficent conclusions from insufficient premises.
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand read more
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
When life life does not find a singer to sing her heat, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
When life life does not find a singer to sing her heat, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
Sometimes I think of life as a process where everybody is discouraging and taking everybody else down a peg or read more
Sometimes I think of life as a process where everybody is discouraging and taking everybody else down a peg or two.rn
We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are
here for, I do not read more
We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are
here for, I do not know.
We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.
Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.
