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Your dreams will come true, but do not be overly demanding. Be logical – there are not enough mansions for everyone in the world, are there?


Stephen Richards


#cosmic-ordering #law-of-attraction #mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money

In reality there are no limitations. They are vibrant and changeable to whatever form you want them to take to realise your goals.


Stephen Richards


#mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money #motivational #new-age

When we age we shed many skins: ego, arrognace, dominance, self-opionated, unreliable, pessimism, rudeness, selfish, uncaring ... Wow, it's good to be old!


Stephen Richards


#aged #ageing #ageism #old-age #old-men

It so happens that at times your desires tend to disagree with the reality and this is due to the fact that you have not let the two elements complement each other.


Stephen Richards


#mind-body-spirit #mind-power #money #motivational #new-age

Work as if there's no one to help you, and learn as if everybody is with you.


saransh garg


#creativity #hard-work #leadership #motivational-inspirational #oppurtunity

Embrace the pain to inherit the gain.


Habeeb Akande


#hard-work #inspirational #motivational #inspirational

The beautiful unruliness of literature is what makes it so much fun to wander through: you read Jane Austen and you say, oh, that is IT. And then you turn around and read Sterne, and you say, Man, that is IT. And then you wander across a century or so, and you run into Kafka, or Calvino, or Cortazar, and you say, well that is IT. And then you stroll through what Updike called the grottos of Ulysses, and after that you consort with Baldwin or Welty or Spencer, or Morrison, or Bellow or Fitzgerald and then back to W. Shakespeare, Esq; the champ, and all the time you feel the excitement of being in the presence of IT. And when you yourself spend the good time writing, you are not different in kind than any of these people, you are part of that miracle of human invention. So get to work. Get on with IT, no matter how difficult IT is. Every single gesture, every single stumble, every single uninspired-feeling hour, is worth IT." Richard Bausch


Kathy Fish


#writing-advice #beauty

If death is like a sonnet then life would be a haiku. The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic with the last breath~ love, words fading and floating off into the abyss that is space whilst our everyday lives or days more important than normal become just a mere whisper in only a few short syllables through which we convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.


R.M. Engelhardt


#life #poetry #r-m-engelhardt #sonnets #truth

Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don't know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.


Rainer Maria Rilke


#depression #hardship #misery #change

I stood behind the man’s chair, my blade at his throat. “Why do you do it?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t answer. “Kill people, and blow up buildings, and sell drugs?” It was what they all did. Committed crimes. That was why I killed them. “You’re a criminal, a terrorist, a danger. And I have been asked to take you out.” I told him. I was legend now, yet he asked the same question all the others did. “What is your name?” My sensitive ears tuned out the slit as my sword cut his neck. I walked around the chair to see his face. I watched as his eyes–slowly at first–changed from blue to milky white. His skin went pale. And as I heard him take his last breath, I ducked in so my lips hovered at his ear, and whispered, “My name, is Sharden.


Alysha Speer


#body-of-blades #crime #kill #punishment #sharden






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