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Humans need each other for equilibrium and support. But writers must pull aside to take a quiet walk alone, not just for the sake of serenity but to hear the Voice inside. That is how the storyteller connects with with others--listen, write, share. ↗

— Patricia Hickman

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The central character is an incomplete package of yearning that takes the length of the novel to complete. Completion, though, is not to be confused with perfection. ↗

— Patricia Hickman

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Anything you do to help better humanity is never a waste of time~Nor is done in vain! Keep your work up...keep moving forward! Your beaming lights will always help make things brighter for all!✌ ↗

— Timothy Pina

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Its never what others think of you that determines whether or not you succeed. Its all about what you think of yourself. All the work in the world cannot overcome self-doubt. ↗

— A.M. Sawyer

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Say a prayer for those who are overcome by despair and grief. Light candles of hope for all in their darkness!❤ ↗

— Timothy Pina

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The instant I recognize and honor the creative spark in you, the instant I see it unfolding in front of my eyes. ↗

— Guillaume Wolf

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Let's feed out tears to the dragons of misery, but let's never crawl in their mouths. ↗

— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz

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Nervousness kill us... because we think we have only one opportunity that is in the Present and we don't think about the future! We loose our balance. ↗

— Vikram Roy

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But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written. ↗

— Gibran Khalil Gibran

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Irma, she said. But I had started to walk away. I heard her say some more things but by then I had yanked my skirt up and was running down the road away from her and begging the wind to obliterate her voice. She wanted to live with me. She missed me. She wanted me to come back home. She wanted to run away. She was yelling all this stuff and I wanted so badly for her to shut up. She was quiet for a second and I stopped running and turned around once to look at her. She was a thimble-sized girl on the road, a speck of a living thing. Her white-blond hair flew around her head like a small fire and it was all I could see because everything else about her blended in with the countryside. He offered you a what? she yelled. An espresso! I yelled back. It was like yelling at a shorting wire or a burning bush. What is it? she said. Coffee! I yelled. Irma, can I come and live-- I turned around again and began to run. ↗

— Miriam Toews

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