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"Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust."
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"If you are indecisive, make decisions quickly and act in accordance with your decisions you will be able to acquire a new habit."
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"Consult: To seek approval for a course of action already decided upon."
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"Do you feel like your action plans are stronger to than your capability? Just take a moment a draw a plan of how to deal with the difficult task with a single bite at each time. Go slow, but sure!"
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"When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room."
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Personal Development
"We should often blush for our very best actions, if the world did but see all the motives upon which they were done."
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Personal Development
"Never stand on one spot, always be doing something in line with your calling."
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Personal Development
"One more action to transform your dreams, one more passion to reform your brand; give one more trial and you'll never regret your willingness to hold on!"
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Personal Development
"Men and women that don't respond with solution to the challenges of the era are human biomasses."
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"To lose time is to lose a life, so don't waste time."
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Personal Development
"A layer of fine powder coats his skin.'My lungs are turning to concrete, Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting.'So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things? Avery coughs and pats Rob's back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact."
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"The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator."
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"Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust."
Action
"Death calls ye to the crowd of common men."
Death
"There is no armor against fate."
Fate
"The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade."
Death
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