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I just sat there. I just held Shelby's hand. There was no noise, no tremble, just peace. Oh god. I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life. ↗

— Robert Harling

#life

Have recovered somewhat from massive, delicious, inundating influx of life memories. Man, it is soooooooooo goooooooooood to be ME again. ↗

— Rob Reger

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Although emotionally delicate and eminently bruisable, teenagers are short on empathy. That comes later in life, if it comes at all. ↗

— Stephen King

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If we want to keep the blessings of life coming to us, we must learn to be grateful for whatever is given. ↗

— Harold Klemp

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Understanding people’s difficulties and—just as crucial—helping people understand their own difficulties and teaching them concrete ways to help themselves will help them better deal with their own lives and, in turn, ours. ↗

— Kathryn Erskine

#empathy #kathryn-erskine #life #mockingbird #people

I suppose now I'm obliged to wish you happiness in your new life. Although happiness in the absence of indoor plumbing is a debatable concept. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

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Living a life of integrity is one of the greatest missions we can undertake. ↗

— Greg Anderson

#life #life

There are essentially two questions in life - a spiritual question and a material question. The spiritual question is 'Who am I?' The material question is 'What am I to do with my life?' One leads to the other. ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#inspirational-quotes #introspection #life #meaning-of-life #purpose

Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#rhett-butler #life

All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is unspeakably repulsive to me. I loathe Somnus, that black-masked headsman binding me to the block; and if in the course of years I have got so used to my nightly ordeal as almost to swagger while the familiar axe is coming out of its great velvet-lined case, initially I had no such comfort or defense: I had nothing - save a door left slightly ajar into Mademoiselle's room. Its vertical line of meek light was something I could cling to, since in absolute darkness my head would swim, just as the soul dissolves in the blackness of sleep. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#night-terrors #sleep #sleeplessness #somnus #life