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Read through the most famous quotes by topic #inspiratio
We all have memories that are good, and some that are not so good. But if we focus on the ones that make us smile, it’s easier to forget the ones that don't. ↗
They say your life is either an example or a warning. However, an inspirational writer's life tends to be both. Without our own mistakes, our books would never shed tears or shout Hallelujah. ↗
At nineteen they can card you in the bars and tell you to get the fuck out, put your sorry act (and sorrier ass) back on the street, but they can't card you when you sit down to paint a picture, write a poem, or tell a story, by God, and if you reading this happens to be very young, don't let your elders and supposed betters tell you any different. Sure, you've never been to Paris. No, you never ran with the bulls at Pamplona. Yes, you're a pissant who had no hair in your armpits until three years ago - but so what? If you don't start out too big for your britches, how are you gonna fill 'em when you grow up? Let it rip regardless of what anybody tells you, that's my idea; sit down and smoke that baby. ↗
Twoja niezwykła męska uroda zawsze działała na mnie w ten sam sposób. Był to rodzaj podziwu. Gdybym mogła, patrzyłabym na Ciebie, cały czas bym na Ciebie patrzyła. Oglądałabym Twoją twarz we fragmentach. Zachwyt nad Tobą był jednocześnie zachwytem nad moim uczuciem do Ciebie. Istniało dla mnie coś takiego jak fenomen życia, fenomen muzyki i fenomen miłości, a więc Ty też stawałeś się kimś wyjątkowym, zadziwiającym, bo przecież byłeś moją miłością... ↗
Our actions are guaranteed to affect others. Because we are not alone in this world, much of our learning about ourselves comes from our interaction with others. Our relationships are our teachers. We learn from each other. ↗
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I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for early light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives. ↗
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset. ↗
Whatever truth we feel compelled to withhold, no matter how unthinkable it is to imagine ourselves telling it, not to is a way of spiritually holding our breath. You can only do it for so long. ↗
