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Richelle E. Goodrich

"What's in a name? The accumulation of reputations from all who've owned it before you."

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"What's in a name? The accumulation of reputations from all who've owned it before you."

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"If a man realizes who he is, he will not react to the negative things surrounding him."

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"What is inherent inside you is your uniqueness and peculiarity."

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"Your gift is not what you do but what you are."

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"There is no man in this world that God created to be a shadow of other people."

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"Your discovery and realization of your personality for the well-being of humanity is much more essential."

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"Many of us will not realize who we are because we do not want to go through the pain and trials."

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"knowledge of who we are prevents us from being distracted by the demands of our surroundings."

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"We have worth because we were created in the image and likeness of God."

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"Aren't we all homeless without a home inside our mind?"

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"You baffle me, addle me, drive me insane. You muddle, befuddle, and rattle my brain. My senses are mad, Skewed judgment to blame.You drive me half stark-raving bonkers! (But the truly crazy thing is how I love it.)"
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"To look in the mirror and smile is a challenge for many people. Those who do so without the slightest scowl are indeed fortunate."
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"Raindrops fall from clouds of gray.The fragile flowers grow.Teardrops seem all I can say.They speak of endless woe.Your fingers wipe my grief away.A seed of love you sow.A hardened heart reverts to clay.You mold my love just so."
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"Mirror, mirror on the wall, I have placed you in my hallWhere I wander every day.Echo beauty, and you'll stay."
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"I hate it when storm clouds roll in, heralded by dazzling claps of thunder and lightning that boast an ocean of tears. This majestic performance of bad temper manages to overshadow my pathetic attempts at pouting. No one broods like Mother Nature, hence she steals all the attention I was sulking after."
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"Stubbornness is a weapon.People tend to draw it out when a sensitive part of their identity is threatened-be it dignity, honor, pride, desires, etc. If loaded with righteous resolve, stubbornness can assist in overcoming obstacles and achieving great feats; however, more often than not it is loaded with anger, used as a means of destruction for both the possessor and those whom he turns his weapon upon. It is best utilized by wise individuals who are able to dispassionately perceive if their stubbornness will accomplish good, or if it should be put away and replaced by a humble substitute to spare the lives of everyone affected."
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"Despair is not for the living but for those unable to rise and continue; they are the only souls with a right to it. It is an end where breath and strength and will have vanished, leaving no way to persevere. To sink into the abyss that is despair is to suffer an existence far worse than death; therefore, cling to its enemy, our ally-hope. For life goes on, and we must not live in despair. We must not."
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"Boasting is one of those rare outfits that never looks good on you but makes you look stunning when modeled by your admirers."
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"Mary and Josephhuddle snugly together.They cradle God's son."
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"What if stars were the glimmering tears of a giant, welling in his cheeks, waiting to fall at the first tender stroke of emotion? What if the moon were a wide-open eye gazing down on our tiny, little world and its tiny, little inhabitants as they rush to and fro in pursuit of tiny, little dreams? What if the sun were the glowing heart of a great beast, pumping hot blood to keep him alive while providing warmth for our pitiful world? Ahhh, imagination; it is a wondrous thing!"
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