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"My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell."
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"The condition you're in at this moment is the product of your previous thoughts, to change your condition, change your thoughts."
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"Life and death is not a do-it-yourself project."
"No matter how much you exercise, no matter how many vitamins or health foods you eat, no matter how low your cholesterol, you will still die-someday. If you knew the moment and manner of your death in advance, would you order your life differently?"
"Life becomes difficult when out of sync with your heart-felt desires."
"By walking on the right path, you create a golden fate for yourself and you also become a silver lining for the others!"
"The world's a hard place, Danny. It don't care. It don't hate you and me, but it don't love us, either. Terrible things happen in the world, and they're things no one can explain. Good people die in bad, painful ways and leave the folks that love them all alone. Sometimes it seems like it's only the bad people who stay healthy and prosper. The world don't love you, but your momma does and so do I."
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"Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away."
"Faith-is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not-Too slender for the eyeIt bears the Soul as boldAs it were rocked in SteelWith Arms of Steel at either side-It joins-behind the VeilTo what, could We presumeThe Bridge would cease to beTo Our far, vacillating FeetA first Necessity."
"Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,But which will bloom most constantly?The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,Its summer blossoms scent the air;Yet wait till winter comes again,And who will call the wild-briar fair?Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,And deck thee with holly's sheen,That, when December blights thy brow,He still may leave thy garland green."
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