Heartfelt Quotes

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Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
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Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)
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You could start a fire with the heat between you two." "You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.
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Michelle Hodkin (The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #1))
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I hope you werenโ€™t looking to me to be the voice of reason. I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.
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Leigh Bardugo (Ruin and Rising (The Shadow and Bone Trilogy, #3))
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My name is Ashallyn'darkmyr Tallyn, third son of the Unseelie Court...Let it be known--from this day forth, I vow to protect Meghan Chase, daughter of the Summer King, with my sword, my honor, and my life. Her desires are mine. Her wishes are mine. Should even the world stand against her, my blade will be at her side. And should it fail to protect her, let my own existence be forfeit. This I swear, on my honor, my True Name, and my life. From this day on..." His voice went even softer, but I still heard it as though he whispered it into my ear. "I am yours.
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Julie Kagawa (The Iron Queen (The Iron Fey, #3))
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That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.
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Kristin Hannah (Firefly Lane (Firefly Lane, #1))
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Why are you touching me?" "Because I can.
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Tahereh Mafi (Shatter Me (Shatter Me, #1))
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Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery, to make living fucking worthwhile.
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Mia Asher (Arsen: A Broken Love Story)
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Forgiveness is not a feeling; it is a commitment.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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In the heartfelt mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will visit us, to shine on those sitting in darkness, in the shadow of death, to guide our feet to the way of peace.
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Anonymous (The Holy Bible: King James Version)
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Her desires are mine. Her wishes are mine. Should even the world stand against her, my blade will be at her side. And should it fail to protect her, let my own existence be forfeit." - Ash
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Julie Kagawa (The Iron Queen (The Iron Fey, #3))
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It was heartfelt, it was heartbreaking. It was extreme joy, it was bone-crushing grief. It was fiery hot, it was icy-cold. It was true love sprouting... it was true love dying. It's like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why.
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S.C. Stephens (Thoughtless (Thoughtless, #1))
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We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain," said Matthew. "It comes when it comes, and we try to remember, even though we cannot imagine a day when it will release its hold on us, that all pain fades. All misery passes. Humanity is drawn to light, not darkness.
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Cassandra Clare (Chain of Gold (The Last Hours, #1))
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Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple โ€œI must,โ€ then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose... ...Describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, donโ€™t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the worldโ€™s sounds โ€“ wouldnโ€™t you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories? Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance. - And if out of this turning-within, out of this immersion in your own world, poems come, then you will not think of asking anyone whether they are good or not. Nor will you try to interest magazines in these works: for you will see them as your dear natural possession, a piece of your life, a voice from it. A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
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I am amazed by how many individuals mess up every new day with yesterday.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.
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Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)
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In art as in lovemaking, heartfelt ineptitude has its appeal and so does heartless skill, but what you want is passionate virtuosity.
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John Barth
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The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Sometimes I catch myself trying to remember the last time I had meaningful physical contact with another person, just a hug or a heartfelt squeeze of my hand, and my heart twitches.
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Paula Hawkins (The Girl on the Train)
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Though sorrow may impede my heart, It is of great love to have known you.
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C. Elizabeth
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The pain of an injury is over in seconds. Everything that comes after is the pain of getting well." He gave her a heartfelt look, full of apology. "I'd forgotten that you see. Coming back to life ... It hurts.
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Tessa Dare (Twice Tempted by a Rogue (Stud Club, #2))
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Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Ohโ€”Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," said Jace patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense." "Oh, shut up," she replied, but it was more automatic than heartfelt. "I meant to call before I went to sleep. See if he got home okay." Shaking his head, Jace regarded the heavens as if they were about to open up and reveal the secrets of the universe. "With everything that's going on, you're worried about Weasel Face?" "Don't call him that. He doesn't look like a weasel." "You may be right," said Jace. "I've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1))
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Among my stillness was a pounding heart.
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Shannon A. Thompson (Seconds Before Sunrise (Timely Death, #2))
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It is easier to hide behind philosophical arguments, heavily footnoted for effect, than it is to admit our hurts, our confusions, our loves, and our passions in the marketplace of life's heartfelt transactions.
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Ravi Zacharias (Can Man Live Without God)
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He looked at me intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly and prophetically, he said the scariest thing I'd ever heard: "Because the answer to a heartfelt question, Jack, will always break your heart.
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Thomas H. Cook (Master of the Delta)
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That prison," I said with heartfelt sincerity, "Was absolutely the most awful thing that has happened to me in my entire life." I could tell by the way he looked at me that he thought my life had been filled with one awful thing after another.
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Megan Whalen Turner (The Thief (The Queen's Thief, #1))
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People tend to criticize their spouse most loudly in the area where they themselves have the deepest emotional need.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.
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Michelle Hodkin (The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #1))
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Nothing, in truth, can ever replace a lost companion. Old comrades cannot be manufactured. There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories, so many bad times endured together, so many quarrels, reconciliations, heartfelt impulses. Friendships like that cannot be reconstructed. If you plant an oak, you will hope in vain to sit soon under its shade. For such is life. We grow rich as we plant through the early years, but then come the years when time undoes our work and cuts down our trees. One by one our comrades deprive us of their shade, and within our mourning we always feel now the secret grief of growing old. If I search among my memories for those whose taste is lasting, if I write the balance sheet of the moments that truly counted, I surely find those that no fortune could have bought me. You cannot buy the friendship of a companion bound to you forever by ordeals endured together.
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Antoine de Saint-Exupรฉry (Wind, Sand and Stars)
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Even before we met and long after we're both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I'm forever and ever in love with you.
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Crystal Woods (Write like no one is reading 2)
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Learning to โ€˜beโ€˜ ( -not the โ€˜fake beingโ€™- ) and learning to โ€˜be with othersโ€™ ( -the heartfelt being -), allows us to โ€˜be in the worldโ€™ and to approach fate with determination, and bend destiny with confidence. ("With confidence ยป)
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Erik Pevernagie
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Real love" - "This kind of love is emotional in nature but not obsessional. It is a love that unites reason and emotion. It involves an act of the will and requires discipline, and it recognizes the need for personal growth.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Encouragement requires empathy and seeing the world from your spouse's perspective. We must first learn what is important to our spouse. Only then can we give encouragement. With verbal encouragement, we are trying to communicate, "I know. I care. I am with you. How can I help?" We are trying to show that we believe in him and in his abilities. We are giving credit and praise.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eye, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight, diffused over his face, became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.
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Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice)
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The person who is "in-love" has the ilusion that his beloved is perfect.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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The guarantee of safety in a battering relationship can never be based upon a promise from the perpetrator, no matter how heartfelt. Rather, it must be based upon the self-protective capability of the victim. Until the victim has developed a detailed and realistic contingency plan and has demonstrated her ability to carry it out, she remains in danger of repeated abuse.
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Judith Lewis Herman (Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror)
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What we do for each other before marriage is no indication of what we will do after marriage.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Make sure to tell our baby that his father loves him every day of his life, just like I will always love you every single day.
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E.L. Montes (Disastrous (Disastrous, #1))
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Kylie bit down on her lip. Burnett took a step forward. He squared his shoulders, empathy filling his eyes. He took a deep, apparent heartfelt breath and looked at Kylie. She nodded at him as if giving him the lead. He looked back at Holiday and, in a deep voice, said, "Kylie has something to tell you." Kylie's mouth fell open and right then she knew it was official. Men sucked at verbal communication especially where anything emotional was concerned.
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C.C. Hunter (Whispers at Moonrise (Shadow Falls, #4))
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Children do not experience our intentions, no matter how heartfelt. They experience what we manifest in tone and behavior.
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Gordon Neufeld (Hold On to Your Kids: Why Parents Need to Matter More Than Peers)
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Fuck You Poem #45 Fuck you in slang and conventional English. Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes. Fuck you hungry and sated; faded, pock marked, and defaced. Fuck you with orange rind, fennel and anchovy paste. Fuck you with rosemary and thyme, and fried green olives on the side. Fuck you humidly and icily. Fuck you farsightedly and blindly. Fuck you nude and draped in stolen finery. Fuck you while cells divide wildly and birds trill. Thank you for barring me from his bedside while he was ill. Fuck you puce and chartreuse. Fuck you postmodern and prehistoric. Fuck you under the influence of opiun, codeine, laudanum, and paregoric. Fuck every real and imagined country you fancied yourself princess of. Fuck you on feast days and fast days, below and above. Fuck you sleepless and shaking for nineteen nights running. Fuck you ugly and fuck you stunning. Fuck you shipwrecked on the barren island of your bed. Fuck you marching in lockstep in the ranks of the dead. Fuck you at low and high tide. And fuck you astride anyone who has the bad luck to fuck you, in dank hallways, bathrooms, or kitchens. Fuck you in gasps and whispered benedictions. And fuck these curses, however heartfelt and true, that bind me, till I forgive you, to you.
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Amy Gerstler (Ghost Girl)
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Relationships may become wrecked by a quirky syndrome: the โ€œAin't broke, don't fixโ€-syndrome. When there is no interaction in the neural network and no breakthrough into the mind but only a shallow skin experience, living together might be very torturous. If a heartfelt bond has not been molded, nothing can be broken and thus nothing needs to be fixed. (โ€œI wonder what went wrong.โ€)
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Erik Pevernagie
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Mothers give us life, love, and the heartfelt inclination to cry 'I want my mommy' no matter how old we get.
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Richelle E. Goodrich (Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year)
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My head questions everything and believes nothing." "So your head wants proof and your heart wants reassurance?
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J. Sterling (The Perfect Game (The Perfect Game, #1))
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Some have given up the expectation of meeting genuine, โ€˜heartfeltโ€™ people and prefer to retire to a mute world, where fish, at least, give a feeling of recognition. In the wake of the unbearable sterile daily noise, their life has turned into a fluid universe of silence, dream, and stillness and their compass has come to be a space beyond fear, deception, and betrayal. Fish never disappoint. (Fish for silence)
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Erik Pevernagie
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Meditation is an essential travel partner on your journey of personal transformation. Meditation connects you with your soul,and this connection gives you access to your intuition, your heartfelt desires, your integrity, and the inspiration to create a life you love.
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Sarah McLean
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Don't you know a heartfelt declaration of love when you hear one?
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Susan Ee (End of Days (Penryn & the End of Days, #3))
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I donโ€™t need a paper certificate that makes it hard to leave; I need a love that makes it easy to stay.
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Jewel E. Ann (Holding You (Holding You, #1))
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The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions,โ€”the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasant thought and feeling.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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She read it again. It was fascinating and surreal, like reading a diary that had been hers when she was a teenager, secret and heartfelt words written by a girl she only vaguely remembered. She wished she'd written more. Her words mad her feel sad and proud, powerful and relieved.
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Lisa Genova (Still Alice)
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The best thing we can do with the failures of the past is to let them be history.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Donโ€™t simply exist in this world, but grasp lifeโ€™s potential by the jacket. Dare it to be all it can. Make life historicalโ€”a gripping account of accomplishment. Make life a mysteryโ€”a challenging, bold adventure. Make life heartfeltโ€”an enduring, poetic romance. Whatever it is you make of your world, live the fairy tale.
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Richelle E. Goodrich (Eena, The Return of a Queen (The Harrowbethian Saga #2))
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The in-love experience does not focus on our own growth or on the growth and development of the other person. Rather, it gives us the sense that we have arrived and that we do not need further growth.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Inside every child is an 'emotional rani's waiting to be filled with love. When a child really feels loved, he will develop normally but when the love tank is empty, the child will misbehave. Much of the misbehavior of children is motivated by the cravings of an empty 'love tank
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Our wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite.
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Amit Ray (Meditation: Insights and Inspirations)
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....both had learned that everything could change in an instant, and that the heartfelt vows of people in love were fragile words that, once shattered, could cut so deeply you'd bleed forever.
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Kristin Hannah (On Mystic Lake)
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I write because there are things in me that cannot die.
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Sanober Khan
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The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems)
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Forgiveness is not a feeling; it is a commitment. It is a choice to show mercy, not to hold the offense up against the offender. Forgiveness is an expression of love.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Recent research has indicated that the average individual listens for only seventeen seconds before interrupting and interjecting his own ideas.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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In this vast cosmic orchestra, peace is the music of every heart. Our glory lies in understanding, listening and honoring that music.
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Amit Ray (Walking the Path of Compassion)
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Most of us have more potential than we will ever develop. What holds us back is often a lack of courage.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Apologies come in all shapes and sizes. You can give diamonds, candy, flowers, or just your deepest heartfelt sentiment.
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Sarah Dessen (The Truth About Forever)
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She, however, attentively watched my looks, and her artist's pride was gratified, no doubt, to read my heartfelt admiration in my eyes.
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Anne Brontรซ (The Tenant of Wildfell Hall)
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When you donโ€™t have honesty in love then there is no communication. Honesty is improvisation of the heart; anything less is a well thought out and rehearsed script.
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Shannon L. Alder
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Gabriel's prayers of thanks were spontaneous and heartfelt. Here, in this room, he had an embarrassment of riches-a pretty, intelligent wife, who had a very large and giving heart, and a beautiful daughter.
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Sylvain Reynard (Gabriel's Redemption (Gabriel's Inferno, #3))
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Everybody loves to hear a heartfelt thank you. Thereโ€™s impressive power in saying thank you, as gratitude begets sincerity. When you acknowledge somebody, you disarm them. Positivity flows from thankfulness.
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Art Rios (Let's Talk: ...About Making Your Life Exciting, Easier, And Exceptional)
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Most dreams die a slow death. They're conceived in a moment of passion, with the prospect of endless possibility, but often languish and are not pursued with the same heartfelt intensity as when first born. Slowly, subtly, a dream becomes elusive and ephemeral. People who've lost their own dreams become pessimists and cynics. They feel like the time and devotion spent on chasing their dreams were wasted. The emotional scars last forever.
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Dean Karnazes (Ultramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner)
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Where are you?" he asked. "I'm right here" she said. "I know, but it feels like one percent of you is somewhere else, where is that one percent?" he said. "I don't know....I think I'm always like that..." she answered. "I like that." "You do?" "Yes, because that way, I have to always look for the one percent to find it.
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C. JoyBell C.
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I would encourage you to make your own investigation of the one whom, as He died, prayed for those who killed Him: 'Father forgive them for they know not what they do.' That is love's ultimate expression.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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[The] insistence on the absolutely indiscriminate nature of compassion within the Kingdom is the dominant perspective of almost all of Jesus' teaching. What is indiscriminate compassion? 'Take a look at a rose. Is is possible for the rose to say, "I'll offer my fragrance to good people and withhold it from bad people"? Or can you imagine a lamp that withholds its rays from a wicked person who seeks to walk in its light? It could do that only be ceasing to be a lamp. And observe how helplessly and indiscriminately a tree gives its shade to everyone, good and bad, young and old, high and low; to animals and humans and every living creature -- even to the one who seeks to cut it down. This is the first quality of compassion -- its indiscriminate character.' (Anthony DeMello, The Way to Love)... What makes the Kingdom come is heartfelt compassion: a way of tenderness that knows no frontiers, no labels, no compartmentalizing, and no sectarian divisions.
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Brennan Manning (Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging)
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Psychologist William James said that possibly the deepest human need is the need to feel appreciated.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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In fact, true love cannot begin until the in-love experience has run its course.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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So is darkness better than a heartfelt lie?
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Neal Shusterman (Bruiser)
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You again,โ€ she said, and she did not sound happy. โ€œI know,โ€ the warrior replied with a heartfelt sigh. โ€œYouโ€™re so lucky to see me twice in one day. Youโ€™re honored by my presence, yada, yada, heard it all before. Letโ€™s just move on, shall we. I donโ€™t handle fawning very well.
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Gena Showalter (The Darkest Seduction (Lords of the Underworld, #9))
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God smiles when we praise and thank Him continually. Few things feel better than receiving heartfelt praise and appreciation from someone else. God loves it, too. An amazing thing happens when we offer praise and thanksgiving to God. When we give God enjoyment, our own hearts are filled with joy.
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William Law
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Every romantic knows that love was never a noun; it is a verb.
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Shannon L. Alder
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A heartfelt smile. And even if...it's just for a moment...my pain...my fears...my sorrows - let them all...sleep now. For this moment...just for this fleeting moment-
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Hotaru Odagiri (The Betrayal Knows My Name, Vol. 4)
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Even the most regular, seemingly unimportant tasks of my life must be shaped and directed by a heartfelt desire for the glory of God.
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Paul David Tripp (New Morning Mercies: A Daily Gospel Devotional)
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Wherever I live, I shall feel homesick for Tibet. I often think I can still hear the cries of wild geese and cranes and the beating of their wings as they fly over Lhasa in the clear, cold moonlight. My heartfelt wish is that my story may create some understanding for a people whose will to live in peace and freedom has won so little sympathy from an indifferent world.
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Heinrich Harrer (Seven Years in Tibet)
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For the church, the many abuses of human life, liberty, and dignity are a heartfelt suffering. The church, entrusted with the earthโ€™s glory, believes that in each person is the Creatorโ€™s image and that everyone who tramples it offends God. As holy defender of Godโ€™s rights and of his images, the church must cry out. It takes as spittle in its face, as lashes on its back, as the cross in its passion, all that human beings suffer, even though they be unbelievers. They suffer as Godโ€™s images. There is no dichotomy between man and Godโ€™s image. Whoever tortures a human being, whoever abuses a human being, whoever outrages a human being abuses Godโ€™s image, and the church takes as its own that cross, that martyrdom.
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Oscar A. Romero (The Violence of Love)
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Words of sincere felt in heart and trigger smile.
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Toba Beta (My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut)
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It's the person that calls you up because they're eating at โ€˜our favorite spot,โ€™ and it made them think of you and miss being there with you. That's a friend, to me.
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Crystal Woods (Write like no one is reading 2)
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We are trained to analyze problems and create solutions. We forget that marriage is a relationship, not a project to be completed or a problem to solve.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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He didn't need a psychiatrist to point out that writing had its autoerotic side โ€” you beat a typewriter instead of your meat, but both acts depended largely on quick wits, fast hands and a heartfelt commitment to the art of the farfetched.
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Stephen King (Misery)
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I see the way he looks at you when you're not aware of his gaze. I see the way you care for him. And so when you think he wants you gone, it is not that. He is simply afraid to lose you.
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Susan Wiggs (The Lightkeeper)
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Material things are no replacement for human, emotional love.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Your inner child is waiting for a genuine, heartfelt apology.
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Yong Kang Chan (Parent Yourself Again: Love Yourself the Way You Have Always Wanted to Be Loved (Self-Compassion Book 3))
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There are many heartfelt reasons for pushing our childhood sexual abuse to the edge of our lives and one amazing reason to embrace a healing journey; it reunites us with our shining, colorful, joyful spirit.
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Jeanne McElvaney
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If you are thinking about making some adjustments in you life to allow you to help change the world, my heartfelt recommendation is not to spend too much time thinking about it. Just dive in.
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John Wood (Leaving Microsoft to Change the World: An Entrepreneur's Odyssey to Educate the World's Children)
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She doesnโ€™t complain about anything I do; she is physically unable to. Thatโ€™s because I fixed her early. I told her in heartfelt tones that one of the reasons I love her is because she never complains. So now of course she doesnโ€™t dare complain.
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Helen Oyeyemi (Mr. Fox)
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One of the most terrible losses man endures in his lifetime is not even noticed by most people, much less mourned. Which is astonishing, because what we lose is in many ways one of the essential qualities that sets us apart from other creatures. I'm talking about the loss of the sense of wonder that is such an integral part of our world when we are children. However, as we grow older, that sense of wonder shrinks from cosmic to microscopic by the time we are adults. Kids say "Wow!" all the time. Opening their mouths fully, their eyes light up with genuine awe and glee. The word emanates not so much from a voice box as from an astonished soul that has once again been shown that the world is full of amazing unexpected things. When was the last time you let fly a loud, truly heartfelt "WOW?" NOt recently I bet. Because generally speaking wonder belongs to kids, with the rare exception of falling madly in love with another person, which invariably leads to a rebirth of wonder. As adults, we are not supposed to say or feel Wow, or wonder, or even true surprise because those things make us sound goofy, ingenuous, and childlike. How can you run the world if you are in constant awe of it?... The human heart has a long memory though and remembers what it was like to live through days where it was constantly surprised and delighted by the world around it.
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Jonathan Carroll
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True beauty is a warm heart, a kind soul, and an attentive ear.
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Ken Poirot
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Well, I guess because most of my music is about surrender, change, sacrifice and love. You know the heartfelt stuff that would make a hit man puke
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Lindsay Delagair (Untouchable (Untouchable, #1))
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Love doesn't keep a score of wrongs. Love doesn't bring up past failures. None of us is perfect. In marriage we do not always do the right thing. We have sometimes done and said hurtful things to our spouses. We cannot erase the past. We can only confess it and agree that it was wrong. We can ask for forgiveness and try to act differently in the future. Having confessed my failure and asked forgiveness, I can do nothing more to mitigate the hurt it may have caused my spouse. When I have been wronged by my spouse and she has painfully confessed it and requested forgiveness, I have the option of justice or forgiveness. If I choose justice and seek to pay her back or make her pay for her wrongdoing, I am making myself the judge and her the felon. Intimacy becomes impossible. If, however, I choose to forgive, intimacy can be restored. Forgiveness is the way of love.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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His blue eyes spoke a thousand words all rolled into a heartfelt stare. They calmed the panic inside my body. In the silence between two friends, the air carried an entire conversation. His dark lashes blinked back a vow I knew he meant more than anything. โ€˜I promise this will not destroy us.
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S.D. Hendrickson (The Mason List)
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My heartfelt wish is that you and I, and everyone around the world, will continue expanding our hearts and minds while celebrating our differences and ridding ourselves of any form of discrimination. This, I believe, is a basic requirement for peace, both within ourselves and in our societies.
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Tina Turner (Happiness Becomes You: A Guide to Changing Your Life for Good)
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Gareth sucked in a breath. Hyacinthโ€™s brother wasnโ€™t going to make this easy on him. But that didnโ€™t matter. He had vowed to do this right, and he would not be cowed. He looked up, meeting the viscountโ€™s dark eyes with steady purpose. โ€œI would like to marry Hyacinth,โ€ he said. And then, because the viscount did not say anything, because he didnโ€™t even move, Gareth added, โ€œEr, if sheโ€™ll have me.โ€ And then about eight things happened at once. Or perhaps there were merely two or three, and it just seemed like eight, because it was all so unexpected. First, the viscount exhaled, although that did seem to understate the case. It was more of a sigh, actuallyโ€”a huge, tired, heartfelt sigh that made the man positively deflate in front of Gareth. Which was astonishing. Gareth had seen the viscount on many occasions and was quite familiar with his reputation. This was not a man who sagged or groaned. His lips seemed to move through the whole thing, too, and if Gareth were a more suspicious man, he would have thought that the viscount had said, โ€œThank you, Lord.โ€ Combined with the heavenward tilt of the viscountโ€™s eyes, it did seem the most likely translation. And then, just as Gareth was taking all of this in, Lord Bridgerton let the palms of his hands fall against the desk with surprising force, and he looked Gareth squarely in the eye as he said, โ€œOh, sheโ€™ll have you. She will definitely have you.โ€ It wasnโ€™t quite what Gareth had expected. โ€œI beg your pardon,โ€ he said, since truly, he could think of nothing else. โ€œI need a drink,โ€ the viscount said, rising to his feet. โ€œA celebration is in order, donโ€™t you think?โ€ โ€œErโ€ฆyes?โ€ Lord Bridgerton crossed the room to a recessed bookcase and plucked a cut-glass decanter off one of the shelves. โ€œNo,โ€ he said to himself, putting it haphazardly back into place, โ€œthe good stuff, I think.โ€ He turned to Gareth, his eyes taking on a strange, almost giddy light. โ€œThe good stuff, wouldnโ€™t you agree?โ€ โ€œEhhhhโ€ฆโ€ Gareth wasnโ€™t quite sure what to make of this. โ€œThe good stuff,โ€ the viscount said firmly. He moved some books to the side and reached behind to pull out what looked to be a very old bottle of cognac. โ€œHave to keep it hidden,โ€ he explained, pouring it liberally into two glasses. โ€œServants?โ€ Gareth asked. โ€œBrothers.โ€ He handed Gareth a glass. โ€œWelcome to the family.
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Julia Quinn (It's in His Kiss (Bridgertons, #7))
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Quality time does not mean that we have to spend our together moments gazing into each otherโ€™s eyes. It means that we are doing something together and that we are giving our full attention to the other person.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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People do more for their fellows than return favors and punish cheaters. They often perform generous acts without the slightest hope for payback ranging from leaving a tip in a restaurant they will never visit again to throwing themselves on a live grenade to save their brothers in arms. [Robert] Trivers together with the economists Robert Frank and Jack Hirshleifer has pointed out that pure magnanimity can evolve in an environment of people seeking to discriminate fair weather friends from loyal allies. Signs of heartfelt loyalty and generosity serve as guarantors of one s promises reducing a partner s worry that you will default on them. The best way to convince a skeptic that you are trustworthy and generous is to be trustworthy and generous.
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Steven Pinker (The Blank Slate: The Modern Denial of Human Nature)
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My desire, my sincere and heartfelt desire is to rip that surprisingly sheer garment from your body, toss you onto that bed, and indeed ravish you from head to toe. I wish to make love to you until you are too exhausted to do so much as stand without support. Until you call out my name in your dreams and reach for me in your sleep. Until you can think of no one and nothing beyond the touch of my hand, the caress of my lips.
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Victoria Alexander (What A Lady Wants (Last Man Standing, #2))
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I am amazed by how many individuals mess up every new day with yesterday. They insist on bringing into today the failures of yesterday and in so doing, they pollute a potentially wonderful day.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Unfailing faith is fortified through prayer. Your heartfelt pleadings are important to Him. Think of the intense and impassioned prayers of the Prophet Joseph Smith during his dreadful days of incarceration in Liberty Jail. The Lord responded by changing the Prophetโ€™s perspective. He said, โ€˜Know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.
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Russell M. Nelson
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Colin's chuckles grew more heartfelt. "You really ought to have more faith in your favorite brother, dear sis." "Heโ€™s your favorite brother?" Simon asked, one dark brow raised in disbelief. "Only because Gregory put a toad in my bed last night," Daphne bit off, "and Benedict's standing has never recovered from the time he beheaded my favorite doll." "Makes me wonder what Anthony's done to deny him even an honorable mention," Colin murmured. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Daphne asked pointedly. Colin shrugged. "Not really." "Didn't," she asked through clenched teeth, "you just tell me you promised a dance to Prudence Featherington?" "Gads, no. You must have misheard." "Perhaps Mother is looking for you, then. In fact, I'm certain I hear her calling your name." Colin grinned at her discomfort. "You're not supposed to be so obvious," he said in a stage whisper, purposely loud enough for Simon to hear. "He'll figure out that you like him." Simon's entire body jerked with barely contained mirth. "It's not his company I'm trying to secure," Daphne said acidly. "It's yours I'm trying to avoid." Colin clapped a hand over his heart. "You wound me, Daff." He turned to Simon. "Oh, how she wounds me." "You missed your calling, Bridgerton," Simon said genially. "You should have been on the stage." "An interesting idea," Colin replied, "but one that would surely give my mother the vapors." His eyes lit up. "Now that's an idea. And just when the party was growing tedious. Good eve to you both." He executed a smart bow and walked off.
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Julia Quinn (The Duke and I (Bridgertons, #1))
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Verbal compliments, or words of appreciation, are powerful communicators of love.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Ours is the only civilization in history which has enshrined mediocrity as its national ideal. Others have been corrupt, but leave it to us to invent the most undistinguished of corruptions. No orgies, no blood running in the street, no babies thrown off cliffs. No, we're sentimental people and we horrify easily. True, our moral fiber is rotten. Our national character stinks to high heaven. But we are kinder than ever. No prostitute ever responded with a quicker spasm of sentiment when our hearts are touched. Nor is there anything new about thievery, lewdness, lying, adultery. What is new is that in our time liars and thieves and whores and adulterers wish also to be congratulated by the great public, if their confession is sufficiently psychological or strikes a sufficiently heartfelt and authentic note of sincerity. Oh, we are sincere. I do not deny it. I don't know anybody nowadays who is not sincere.
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Walker Percy (The Moviegoer)
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No matter how hard we try to separate, and if eventually we finally separate, we are just fooling around thinking we had parted, yet our hearts dwells where we cowardly believed we had left.
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Michael Bassey Johnson (The Infinity Sign)
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Courage is the measure of our heartfelt participation with life, with another, with a community, a work; a future. To be courageous is not necessarily to go anywhere or do anything except to make conscious those things we already feel deeply and then to live through the unending vulnerabilities of those consequences.
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David Whyte (Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words)
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Third, one who is "in love" is not genuinely interested in fostering the personal growth of the other person. "If we have any purpose in mind when we fall in love it is to terminate our own loneliness and perhaps ensure this result through marriage.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Once upon a time... ...as a fair maiden lay weeping upon a cold tombstone, her heartfelt desire was suddenly made real before her: tall, broad of shoulder, attired in gleaming silver and gold, her knight in shining armor had come to rescue his damsel in distress....
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Jude Deveraux (A Knight in Shining Armor (Montgomery/Taggert Family, #13))
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When human beings give their heartfelt allegiance to and worship that which is not God, they progressively cease to reflect the image of God. One of the primary laws of human life is that you become like what you worship; whatโ€™s more, you reflect what you worship not only to the object itself but also outward to the world around. Those who worship money increasingly define themselves in terms of it and increasingly treat other people as creditors, debtors, partners, or customers rather than as human beings. Those who worship sex define themselves in terms of it (their preferences, their practices, their past histories) and increasingly treat other people as actual or potential sex objects. Those who worship power define themselves in terms of it and treat other people as either collaborators, competitors, or pawns. These and many other forms of idolatry combine in a thousand ways, all of them damaging to the image-bearing quality of the people concerned and of those whose lives they touch.
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N.T. Wright (Surprised by Hope: Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection, and the Mission of the Church)
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Dr. Dorothy Tennov, a psychologist, has done long-range studies on the in-love phenomenon. After studying scores of couples, she concluded that the average life span of a romantic obsession is two years.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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No matter where I am in my life, no matter what I am doing, I will never be far from you in my heart. I may be moving on, but Iโ€™m not moving away from you. You will always be in my soul, a part of my present, and a fleeting dream for my future." ~Emma Ranstein
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Lindsay Detwiler (Voice of Innocence)
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Our most basic emotional need is not to fall in love but to be genuinely loved by another, to know a love that grows out of reason and choice, not instinct. I need to be loved by someone who chooses to love me, who sees in me something worth loving. That kind of love requires effort and discipline. It is the choice to expend energy in an effort to benefit the other person, knowing that if his or her life is enriched by your effort, you too will find a sense of satisfactionโ€”the satisfaction of having genuinely
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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But if there was no baby ... Then he wouldn't be a daddy. And for aome reason, he desperatly wanted to be a daddy.
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Wendy Corsi Staub (A Thoroughly Modern Princess)
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You literally couldn't be a bigger mess". "And you like that? "I love it". "Why?" "Because we match".
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Rainbow Rowell (Carry On (Simon Snow, #1))
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Gather the best you have to offer and create a heartfelt, prosperous life full of purpose.
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Gail McMeekin (The 12 Secrets of Highly Successful Women: A Portable Life Coach for Creative Women)
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The pursuit of joy in God is not optional. It is not an โ€œextraโ€ that a person might grow into after he comes to faith. It is not simply a way to โ€œenhanceโ€ your walk with the Lord. Until your heart has hit upon this pursuit, your โ€œfaithโ€ cannot please God. It is not saving faith. Saving faith is the confidence that if you sell all you have and forsake all sinful pleasures, the hidden treasure of holy joy will satisfy your deepest desires. Saving faith is the heartfelt conviction not only that Christ is reliable, but also that He is desirable. It is the confidence that He will come through with His promises and that what He promises is more to be desired than all the world.
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John Piper (Desiring God: Meditations of a Christian Hedonist)
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I love you, Tess McGee. I donโ€™t do big funny or heartfelt speeches in front of people at birthday parties, but Iโ€™m excellent in private alcoves in beer gardens.โ€ He paused. โ€œOkay, that sounded really bad, what I mean is โ€ฆโ€ I kissed him into silence. I pressed my forehead against his with a sigh. โ€œI love you, too, Toby. In fact, thatโ€™s what I was going to tell you before we walked into the beer garden. Right before the really bad singing started.โ€ Toby chuckled. He let out a sigh of relief. โ€œReady to reminisce?โ€ I whispered my final word before he closed the distance. โ€œAlways.
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C.J. Duggan (The Boys of Summer (Summer, #1))
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That night, I continued my on-going chat with God. โ€œDid Pamโ€™s prayer count? I love her. And I understand her wanting a ticket to heaven, but her prayer seemed more like fire insurance against hell than a heartfelt desire to hang out with You.โ€ย  ย  โ€œDonโ€™t worry.โ€ God smiled. โ€œNo one comes to me with pure motives.โ€ย  ย  Wow!ย I thought for a minute. โ€œYou really do love us, donโ€™t You?โ€ย  ย  โ€œI do.
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Elizabeth Bristol (Mary Me: One Womanโ€™s Incredible Adventure with God)
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My heart knows right where to go
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Cynthia Hand (Radiant (Unearthly, #2.5))
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The heartfelt realization of one's insignificance yields a calming sense of being completely connected to the greater whole. As a tiny part of the world and humanity, I now feel more at peace and much larger than I ever felt as a man alone.
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Steven Callahan (Adrift: Seventy-Six Days Lost at Sea)
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Depict your sorrows and desires, your passing thoughts and beliefs in some kind of beauty- depict all that with heartfelt, quiet, humble sincerity and use to express yourself the things that surround you,the images of your dreams and the objects of your memory. If your everyday life seems poor to you, do not accuse it; accuse yourself, tell yourself you are not poet enough to summon up its riches; since for the creator there is no poverty and no poor or unimportant place.
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Rainer Maria Rilke (Letters to a Young Poet)
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Well,' said Can o' Beans, a bit hesitantly,' imprecise speech is one of the major causes of mental illness in human beings.' Huh?' Quite so. The inability to correctly perceive reality is often responsible for humans' insane behavior. And every time they substitute an all-purpose, sloppy slang word for the words that would accurately describe an emotion or a situation, it lowers their reality orientations, pushes them farther from shore, out onto the foggy waters of alienation and confusion.' The manner in which the other were regarding him/her made Can O' Beans feel compelled to continue. 'The word neat, for example, has precise connotations. Neat means tidy, orderly, well-groomed. It's a valuable tool for describing the appearance of a room, a hairdo, or a manuscript. When it's generically and inappropriately applied, though, as it is in the slang aspect, it only obscures the true nature of the thing or feeling that it's supposed to be representing. It's turned into a sponge word. You can wring meanings out of it by the bucketful--and never know which one is right. When a person says a movie is 'neat,' does he mean that it's funny or tragic or thrilling or romantic, does he mean that the cinematography is beautiful, the acting heartfelt, the script intelligent, the direction deft, or the leading lady has cleavage to die for? Slang possesses an economy, an immediacy that's attractive, all right, but it devalues experience by standardizing and fuzzing it. It hangs between humanity and the real world like a . . . a veil. Slang just makes people more stupid, that's all, and stupidity eventually makes them crazy. I'd hate to ever see that kind of craziness rub off onto objects.
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Tom Robbins (Skinny Legs and All)
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There was a wicked ole witch once called Black Aliss. She was an unholy terror. There's never been one worse or more powerful. Until now. Because I could spit in her eye and steal her teeth, see. Because she didn't know Right from Wrong, so she got all twisted up, and that was the end of her. "The trouble is, you see, that if you do know Right from Wrong, you can't choose Wrong. You just can't do it and live. So.. if I was a bad witch I could make Mister Salzella's muscles turn against his bones and break them where he stood... if I was bad. I could do things inside his head, change the shape he thinks he is, and he'd be down on what had been his knees and begging to be turned into a frog... if I was bad. I could leave him with a mind like a scrambled egg, listening to colors and hearing smells...if I was bad. Oh yes." There was another sigh, deeper and more heartfelt. "But I can't do none of that stuff. That wouldn't be Right." She gave a deprecating little chuckle. And if Nanny Ogg had been listening, she would have resolved as follows: that no maddened cackle from Black Aliss of infamous memory, no evil little giggle from some crazed Vampyre whose morals were worse than his spelling, no side-splitting guffaw from the most inventive torturer, was quite so unnerving as a happy little chuckle from a Granny Weatherwax about to do what's best.
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Terry Pratchett (Maskerade (Discworld, #18; Witches #5))
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Mark Twain once said, โ€œI can live for two months on a good compliment.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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lifeโ€™s deepest meaning is not found in accomplishments but in relationships.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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There is a third truth, which only the mature lover will be able to hear. My spouseโ€™s criticisms about my behavior provide me with the clearest clue to her primary love language.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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I am not afraid, said Noah I was born for this".
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Alice Oseman (I Was Born for This)
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Betrayal is an important word with this guidepost. When we value being cool and in control over granting ourselves the freedom to unleash the passionate, goofy, heartfelt, and soulful expressions of who we are, we betray ourselves. When we consistently betray ourselves, we can expect to do the same to the people we love. When we donโ€™t give ourselves permission to be free, we rarely tolerate that freedom in others. We put them down, make fun of them, ridicule their behaviors, and sometimes shame them. We can do this intentionally or unconsciously. Either way the message is, โ€œGeez, man.
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Brenรฉ Brown (The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are)
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If you're a boy, any display of sensitivity is gay. Compassion is gay. Crying is supergay. Reading is usually gay. Certain songs and types of music are gay. 'Enola Gay' would certainly be thought gay. Love songs are gay. Love itself is incredibly gay, as are any other heartfelt emotions. Singing is gay, but chanting is not gay. Wanking contests are not gay. Neither is all-male cuddling during specially designated periods in football matches, or communal bathing thereafter. (I didn't invent the rules of gay - I'm just telling you what they are.)
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Gavin Extence (The Universe Versus Alex Woods)
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When you're having what you feel like is a "bad day" and then someone comes along out of nowhere and extends to you the simplest of kind gestures, you feel it so deeply within your heart.
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Miya Yamanouchi (Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women)
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Song of Upbringing" I infancy the snow that fell on me was like floss silk childhood the snow that fell on me was like sleet seventeen to nineteen the snow that fell on me dropped like hail twenty to twenty-two the snow that fell on me seemed like balls of ice twenty-three the snow that fell on me looked like a blizzard twenty-four the snow that fell on me became so mournful II the snow that falls on me falls like petals when the burning firewood makes a noise and the frozen sky darkens the snow that fell on me so delicate and lovely fell reaching out a hand the snow that fell on me was like tears that sink into a burning forehead to the snow that fell on me I offered heartfelt thanks and prayed to God that I would live a long life the snow that fell on me was so chaste
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Chลซya Nakahara
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The lions of hard rock, guys like Robert Plant, Roger Daltrey, Brian Johnson, Rob Halford, these monsters feel completely timeless, iconic, eternal. They simply shall not, will not, do not die. It's almost impossible to imagine a musical world without Robert Plant. No metal fan of any stripe can imagine a day when, say, Iron Maiden shuts it all down because Bruce Dickinson turned 85 and suddenly can't remember the lyrics to "Hallowed Be Thy Name." Metal revels in the raw energy and unchecked phantasmagorical ridiculousness of youth. It is all fire and testosterone and rebellious fantasy. It doesn't go well with reality. So it is for hard rock and a guy like Dio, an elfin titan with an undying love for lasers and sorcery, dragons and kings. The man wrote some terribly corny metal songs, but he sang every one with a ferocity and love and total honesty. He also wrote some of the finest hard rock melodies of all time, sang them with a precision and love unmatched by any hard rock singer since. It's a rare thing to give metal some heartfelt props. It is time. Raise your devil horns and salute.
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Mark Morford
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When afterwards I tried to tell my aunt, she punished me again for my wicked persistence. Then, as I said, everyone was forbidden to listen to me, to hear a word about it. Even my fairy-tale books were taken away from me for a time - because I was too 'imaginative'. Eh! Yes, they did that! My father belonged to the old school.... And my story was driven back upon myself. I whispered it to my pillow - my pillow that was often damp and salt to my whispering lips with childish tears. And I added always to my official and less fervent prayers this one heartfelt request: 'Please God I may dream of the garden. O! take me back to my garden.
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H.G. Wells (The Door in the Wall)
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Camp out in the living room. Spread your blankets and pillows on the floor. Get your Pepsi and popcorn. Pretend the TV is broken and talk like you used to when you were dating. Talk till the sun comes up or something else happens. If the floor gets too hard, go back upstairs and go to bed. You wonโ€™t forget this evening!
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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When you touch a manโ€™s body, he will enjoy the moment; when you touch a manโ€™s heart, he will remember it forever.
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Dixie Waters
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love is always a choice.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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I have missed you. And I did not know anything was missing.
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Diana Rowland (Touch of the Demon (Kara Gillian, #5))
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We need not agree on everything, but we must find a way to handle our differences so that they do not become divisive.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Our most basic emotional need is not to fall in love but to be genuinely loved by another, to know a love that grows out of reason and choice, not instinct.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Thank you Robin Williams for showing the world that one man can make a difference in the lives of millions, while still fighting his own personal demons. You are missed, but never forgotten.
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Steven Wolff
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While it only takes one spouse to be friendly, it takes both spouses to be friends. When both spouses are unfriendly, the marriage is marked by conflict and coldness. When one spouse is friendly and the other is unfriendly, the marriage is marked by selfishness and sadness. But when both spouses each make a deep, heartfelt covenant with God to continually seek to become a better friend, increasing love and laughter mark the marriage.
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Mark Driscoll (Real Marriage: The Truth About Sex, Friendship, and Life Together)
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O Lord, have Mercy and Compassion, for if Thou dost not have Mercy, who will have mercy?โ€ The heartfelt prayer of this simple pilgrim epitomizes the quintessential Islamic attitude toward God as the source of compassion and mercy. No matter what one has done in life, one should never lose hope in His Compassion and Mercy, for as the Quran states, โ€œAnd who despaireth of the Mercy of his Lord save those who go astrayโ€ (15:56), and โ€œDo not despair of Godโ€™s Mercyโ€ (39:53).
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Seyyed Hossein Nasr (The Heart of Islam: Enduring Values for Humanity)
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Cam has done what I've been trying to do for a year. He woke you up." Cam pulled back, smirking at her. "That's a little cheesy, Joss." It was like he'd told her she'd stepped in dog poo. Her nose wrinkled and she shuddered, a look of absolute self-disgust falling over her pretty features. "I have got to stop letting Ellie choose what we watch on movie night. It's causing me to acclimatize to heartfelt emotion.
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Samantha Young (Down London Road (On Dublin Street, #2))
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Optimism is contagious, he states. If that were the case, all your would have to do is go to the person you loved with a huge grin, full of plans and ideas, and know how to present the package. Does it work? No. What is really contagious is fear, the constant fear of never finding someone to accompany us to the end of our days. And in the name of this fear we are capable of doing anything, including accepting the wrong person and convincing ourselves that he or she's the one, the only one, who God has placed in our path. In very little time the search for security turns into a heartfelt love, and things become less bitter and difficult. Our feelings can be put in a box and pushed to the back of the closet in our head, where it will remain forever, hidden and invisible.
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Paulo Coelho (Adultery)
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Skating was a gift given to me, and it's a sport I love. I go out there every single day and there isn't a day I don't want to be out there
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Apolo Anton Ohno
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People's hearts are opened when they speak freely.
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Henry Hon (ONE: Unfolding God's Eternal Purpose from House to House)
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Chains chains that hold me to the ground chains that keep me solidly bound chains that tether my heart to you chains that only one truth...
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Muse (Enigmatic Evolution)
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We are influenced by our personality but not controlled by it.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Everything about you resonates happiness No I won't settle for less
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Muse
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A central aspect to quality time is togetherness. I do not mean proximity... Togetherness has to do with focused attention.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Our spouse will usually interpret our message based on our tone of voice, not the words we use.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Life's to short to spend it fighting when you could be holding the one you love. And love's to rare to squnder it with petty concerns." The Apolloite groom to Rafael
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Sherrilyn Kenyon (Dark Bites (Dark-Hunter #22.5; Hellchaser, #0.5; Dream-Hunter, #0.5; Were-Hunter, #3.5))
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Gifts are visual symbols of love.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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But let me offer a word of caution. If you choose to give from your heart, be careful. The most incredible feeling might just overwhelm you. And if you continue in this behavior, that feeling may become permanent.
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Steve Goodier
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We'd like to think that it is not our fault that great men and women died fighting for the security of our nation and safety of our communities. But we know this not to be true. They commited their lives for us in instances where either we were too afraid to do it ourselves or failed to find alternate solutions on our own. We enjoy the fruits of their ultimate sacrifice and owe their families a heartfelt thanks and apology everyday.
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D'Andre Lampkin
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If other people owe you an apology, and your words of apology to them are proper and heartfelt, you still may not hear from them for a while. After all, what are the odds that they get to the right emotional place to apologize at the exact moment you do? So just be patient. Many times in my career, I saw students apologize, and then several days later, their teammates came around. Your patience will be both appreciated and rewarded.
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Randy Pausch
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โ€ฆI have a feeling of being at home when I am with Sien, a feeling that she gives me my own hearth, that our lives are interwoven. This is a heartfelt, deep feeling, serious, and not without a dark shadow of her gloomy past and mine, as if some evil threatened us, against which we should have to struggle all our lives. At the same time, I feel a great calm and brightness and cheerfulness at the thought of her, and the straight path that is lying before me.
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Vincent van Gogh (Dear Theo)
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God weighs a soul on a pair of scales. In one of the dishes is the soul, and in the other, the tears of those who weep for it. If nobody cries, the soul goes down to Hell. If there are enough tears, and they are sufficiently heartfelt, it rises up to Heaven...People who are missed by other people, they are the ones who go to Paradise. Paradise is the space we occupy in other people's hearts.
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Josรฉ Eduardo Agualusa (A General Theory of Oblivion)
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Singular Touch. With that singular touch of his precious warm hand, His finger slowly skimmed her porcelain cheek. As her eyes fell upon his delicate soul, It was then he knew, He had captured every single ounce of her being.
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J.L. Thomas (Shiver)
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I would never hurt you. Shifters mate for life. For LIFE. I recognized you the moment I saw you. I knew we belonged. I knew I was born to protect you. To make you happy. To love you, Sonia, like no one in this world has ever been loved.
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Christine Feehan (Leopard's Blood (Leopard People, #9))
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Let me begin with a heartfelt confession. I admit it. I am a biblioholic, one who loves books and whose life would seem incomplete without them. I am an addict, with a compulsive need to stop by nearly any bookstore I pass in order to get my fix. Books are an essential part of my life, the place where I have spent many unforgettable moments. For me, reading is one of the most enjoyable ways to pass a rainy afternoon or a leisurely summer day. I crave the knowledge and insights that truly great books bring into my life and can spend transported hours scouring used book stores for volumes which "I simply must have". I love the smell and feel of well-loved books and the look of a bookcase full of books waiting to be taken down and read.
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Terry W. Glaspey (Book Lover's Guide to Great Reading: A Guided Tour of Classic & Contemporary Literature)
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We kissed, then, and the ardour of her kiss stole my breath away. I returned her passion with all the fervor I possessed. A lifetime of vows and heart-felt disciplines had prepared me well, for in that kiss I sealed with all my soul the fate before me, embracing a mystery clothed in warm and yielding female flesh. Holding only the moment, with neither thought nor care for the future, I kissed her, and drank deep the strong wine of desire.
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Stephen R. Lawhead
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People love happy endings. But not every story has a happy ending. And such stories are mostly forgotten with the thought that sadness is a part of life. Happy stories give hope and sad stories show us the mirror.
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Ravinder Singh (Tell Me a Story: Inspiring, Touching, Funny and Heartfelt Stories from Life . . .)
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I want to send out my heartfelt thanks to everyone who has purchased Break in Two, and especially to those of you who took the time to review it. Your thoughtfulness and kind words have made the past two weeks most incredible. This whole writing thing was an experiment to see if I could do it. You have inspired me to continue on! I had no idea this would be such an incredibly gratify experience. Thank you to each and everyone one of you. All the best to you and yours this holiday season! MJ
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M.J. Summers
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It is a curious thing that when one speaks from the heart it is invariably in the worst of taste.
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Ngaio Marsh (Death in a White Tie (Roderick Alleyn, #7))
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Who knew?โ€™ he says. โ€˜I had no idea that someone could be such a thorn in your foot during a death march and still be irresistibly attractive in some magical, undeniable way.โ€™ โ€˜So is that what people call sweet nothings? Because somehow, I expected it to be a little more . . . complimentary.โ€™ โ€˜Donโ€™t you know a heartfelt declaration of love when you hear one?โ€™ I blink dumbly at him with my heart pounding. He caresses a lock of my hair out of my face. โ€˜Look, I know that weโ€™re from different worlds and different people. But Iโ€™ve realized that it doesnโ€™t matter.โ€™ โ€˜You donโ€™t care about the angelic rules anymore?โ€™ โ€˜My Watchers have helped me realize that angelic rules are for angels. Without our wings, we can never be fully accepted back into the fold. There will always be talk of taking a newly Fallenโ€™s wings and transplanting them onto us. Angels are perfect. Even with transplanted wings, weโ€™ll never again be perfect. You accept me just the way I am, regardless of whether or not I even have wings. Even when I had my demon wings, youโ€™ve never looked at me with pity. Youโ€™ve never wavered in your loyalty. Thatโ€™s who you are โ€“ my brave, loyal, lovable Daughter of Man.
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Susan Ee (End of Days (Penryn & the End of Days, #3))
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Spirit. Approach life with genuine zeal, with vigor and energy. Walk a little faster than average. Read a little more. Try a little harder. Be enthusiastic, even about your thoughts. Give everything you do your every best effort.
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Joni Hilton (Honey On Hot Bread: And Other Heartfelt Wishes)
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Make time every day to share with each other some of the events of the day. When you spend more time on Facebook than you do listening to each other, you can end up more concerned about your hundred โ€œfriendsโ€ than about your spouse.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Come to me, and I will try to heal you. I will try to heal you, if you but come back,โ€ Sasha sang softly, the melody sweet, the lyrics heartfelt, and it fell from her lips in a husky plea. โ€œCome to me, and I will give you shelter, I will give you shelter, if you but come back,โ€ he added, picking up where she left off. His lips brushed the lobe of her ear, and he felt the shudder that swept from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her heart galloped, her skin grew damp beneath his, and he continued to chant, making the promise all over again. โ€œCome to me, and I will try to love you. I will try to love you, if you but come back.
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Amy Harmon (The Queen and the Cure (The Bird and the Sword Chronicles, #2))
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He undressed, lay down, put out the light. Two names he whispered into his pillow, the few chaste northern syllables that meant for him his true and native way of love, of longing and happiness; that meant to him life and home, meant simple and heartfelt feeling. He looked back on the years that had passed. He thought of the dreamy adventures of the senses, nerves, and mind in which he had been involved; saw himself eaten up with intellect and introspection, ravaged and paralysed by insight, half worn out by the fevers and frosts of creation, helpless and in anguish of conscience between two extremes, flung to and fro between austerity and lust; raffinรฉ, impoverished, exhausted by frigid and artificially heightened ecstasies; erring, forsaken, martyred, and ill -- and sobbed with nostalgia and remorse.
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Thomas Mann (Tonio Krรถger)
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Our most basic emotional need is not to fall in love but to be genuinely loved by another, to know a love that grows out of reason and choice, not instinct. I need to be loved by someone who chooses to love me, who sees in me something worth loving.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Women, all women, are accountable for racism continuing to divide us. Our willingness to assume responsibility for the elimination of racism need not be engendered by feelings of guilt, moral responsibility, victimization, or rage. It can spring from a heartfelt desire for sisterhood and the personal, intellectual realization that racism among women undermines the potential radicalism of feminism. It can spring from our knowledge that racism is an obstacle in our path that must be removed. More obstacles are created if we simply engage in endless debate as to who put it there.
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bell hooks (Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism)
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We speak and understand best our native language. We feel most comfortable speaking that language. The more we use a secondary language, the more comfortable we become conversing in it. If we speak only our primary language and encounter someone else who speaks only his or her primary language, which is different from ours, our communication will be limited. We must rely on pointing, grunting, drawing pictures, or acting out our ideas. We can communicate, but it is awkward.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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Like most men, Sherman was innocent of the routine salutatory techniques of the fashionable hostesses. For at least forty-five seconds every guest was the closest, dearest, jolliest, most wittily conspiratorial friend a girl ever had. Every male guest she touched on the arm (any other part of the body presented problems) and applied a little heartfelt pressure. Every guest, male or female, she looked at with a radar lock upon the eyes, as if captivated (by the brilliance, the wit, the beauty, and the incomparable memories).
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Tom Wolfe (The Bonfire of the Vanities)
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Reality is based on your perception of the truth. Think about that statement for a bit, it will blow your mind, and blow the lid of what you perceive to be real and what is an illusion. You are here to live YOUR life, YOUR way and on YOUR terms, not for the people you work for, not the people in the media, and not to live in the little box that society may have placed you in. You are a unique individual, with talents, with drive, with passion, with ambition, with love, with laughter, with a soul that could melt the hardest of hearts, and with a mind as creative as Da Vinci. You chose this life for a reason, and it certainly wasn't to live a reality created by others. Is this the time to stand up, and say I can live my own reality, create what I want for my own life, have the things I want in life without guilt, knowing that you deserve anything you want and are prepared to put the time and effort into getting? What ifย there was a way to bend your reality, a way to use your mind consciously to get whatย YOU want in life,ย become wealthy, feel comfortable in your own skin, meet the perfect man or woman, become more spontaneous, feel free, love, be open, be honest, be heartfelt, be grateful, be the one, love life, live, feel it, breathe it.... Welcome to Mind Alchemy Is this the time to Bend Your Reality?
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Steven Aitchison
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There is a hole in the universe. It is not like a hole in a wall where a mouse slips through, solid and crisp and leading from somewhere to someplace. It is rather like a hole in the heart, an amorphous and edgeless void. It is a heartfelt absence, a blank space where something is missing, a large and obvious blind spot in our understanding of the universe. That missing something, strange to say, is a grasp of nothing itself. Understanding nothing matters, because nothing is the all-important background upon which everything else happens.
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K.C. Cole (The Hole in the Universe)
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We do it for those tiny moments when the world opens up and we're no longer alone. Those moments when we realize that we aren't the center of the universe, but to one single person, we're their entire existence. We are what they live for and we matter to them more than anything. No matter how hard we get knocked down, we stand back up, and we face the darkness that's inside us and we raise our fist at it and tell it, not today. You won't have me yet. I won't let you take that last bit of my soul.
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Sherrilyn Kenyon (Illusion (Chronicles of Nick, #5))
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What is the spirit of Christmas, you ask? ย Let me give you the answer in a true story... On a cold day in December, feeling especially warm in my heart for no other reason than it was the holiday season, I walked through the store sporting a big grin on my face. ย Though most people were far too busy going about their business to notice me, one elderly gentleman in a wheelchair brought his eyes up to meet mine as we neared each other traveling opposite directions. ย He slowed in passing just long enough to speak to me. "Now that's a Christmas smile if I ever saw one," he said. My lips stretched to their limit in response, and I thanked him for the compliment. ย Then we went our separate ways. But, as I thought about the man and how sweetly he'd touched me, I realized something simply wonderful! ย In that brief, passing interaction we'd exchanged heartfelt gifts! And that, my friend, is the spirit of Christ~mas.ย 
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Richelle E. Goodrich (Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year)
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My words to each of you, although completely inadequate, are simple and heartfelt: Go live a purposeful, authentic, God-filled life. Don't get so caught up in the "after" that you forget how to "become," or why you started your journey to a better you in the first place. You have the ability to face your fears and live the life you never thought possible. Go live life. God will be patiently waiting as you find out what becoming fearless means in your own story.
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Michelle Aguilar (Becoming Fearless: My Ongoing Journey of Learning to Trust God)
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AN ACADEMIC DEFINITION of Lynchian might be that the term "refers to a particular kind of irony where the very macabre and the very mundane combine in such a way as to reveal the former's perpetual containment within the latter." But like postmodern or pornographic, Lynchian is one of those Porter Stewart-type words that's ultimately definable only ostensively-i.e., we know it when we see it. Ted Bundy wasn't particularly Lynchian, but good old Jeffrey Dahmer, with his victims' various anatomies neatly separated and stored in his fridge alongside his chocolate milk and Shedd Spread, was thoroughgoingly Lynchian. A recent homicide in Boston, in which the deacon of a South Shore church reportedly gave chase to a vehicle that bad cut him off, forced the car off the road, and shot the driver with a highpowered crossbow, was borderline Lynchian. A Rotary luncheon where everybody's got a comb-over and a polyester sport coat and is eating bland Rotarian chicken and exchanging Republican platitudes with heartfelt sincerity and yet all are either amputees or neurologically damaged or both would be more Lynchian than not.
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David Foster Wallace (A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments)
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The Los Angeles parade would begin in Griffith Park, where a large crowd would assemble and the speeches would be given. Every politician of consequence would be there. There was no way they would miss a chance to publicly praise the troops and honor those who had lost their lives in service. Some of the tributes would be sincere and heartfelt, and some less so. But participating in the event, vowing undying support for the U.S. military, was an absolute must to maintain political viability. It was okay to vote to cut funds for veterans' healthcare, but don't dare miss a chance to jump on the Memorial Day bandwagon.
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David Rosenfelt (Unleashed (Andy Carpenter #11))
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I thank you, Wilhelm, for your heartfelt sympathy, for your well-intentioned advice, but beg you to be quiet. Let me stick it out. Blessedly exhausted as I am, I have strength enough to carry through. I honor religion, you know that, I feel it is a staff for many weary souls, refreshment for many a one who is pining away. But--can it be, must it be, the same thing for everyone? If you look at the great world, you see thousands for whom it wasn't, thousands for whom it will not be the same, preached or unpreached, and must it then be the same for me? Does not the son of God Himself say that those would be around Him whom the Father had given Him? But if I am not given? If the Father wants to keep me for Himself, as my heart tells me?--I beg you, do not misinterpret this, do not see mockery in these innocent words. What I am laying before you is my whole soul; otherwise I would rather have kept silent, as I do not like to lose words over things that everyone knows as little about as I do. What else is it but human destiny to suffer out one's measure, drink up one's cup?--And if the chalice was too bitter for the God from heaven on His human lips, why should I boast and pretend that it tastes sweet to me? And why should I be ashamed in the terrible moment when my entire being trembles between being and nothingness, since the past flashes like lightning above the dark abyss of the future and everything around me is swallowed up, and the world perishes with me?--Is that not the voice of the creature thrown back on itself, failing, trapped, lost, and inexorably tumbling downward, the voice groaning in the inner depths of its vainly upwards-struggling energies: My God! My God! Why hast thou forsaken me? And if I should be ashamed of the expression, should I be afraid when facing that moment, since it did not escape Him who rolls up heaven like a carpet?
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (The Sorrows of Young Werther)
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Have you ever wondered What happens to all the poems people write? The poems they never let anyone else read? Perhaps they are Too private and personal Perhaps they are just not good enough. Perhaps the prospect of such a heartfelt expression being seen as clumsy shallow silly pretentious saccharine unoriginal sentimental trite boring overwrought obscure stupid pointless or simply embarrassing is enough to give any aspiring poet good reason to hide their work from public view. forever. Naturally many poems are IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED. Burnt shredded flushed away Occasionally they are folded Into little squares And wedged under the corner of An unstable piece of furniture (So actually quite useful) Others are hidden behind a loose brick or drainpipe or sealed into the back of an old alarm clock or put between the pages of AN OBSCURE BOOK that is unlikely to ever be opened. someone might find them one day, BUT PROBABLY NOT The truth is that unread poetry Will almost always be just that. DOOMED to join a vast invisible river of waste that flows out of suburbia. well Almost always. On rare occasions, Some especially insistent pieces of writing will escape into a backyard or a laneway be blown along a roadside embankment and finally come to rest in a shopping center parking lot as so many things do It is here that something quite Remarkable takes place two or more pieces of poetry drift toward each other through a strange force of attraction unknown to science and ever so slowly cling together to form a tiny, shapeless ball. Left undisturbed, this ball gradually becomes larger and rounder as other free verses confessions secrets stray musings wishes and unsent love letters attach themselves one by one. Such a ball creeps through the streets Like a tumbleweed for months even years If it comes out only at night it has a good Chance of surviving traffic and children and through a slow rolling motion AVOIDS SNAILS (its number one predator) At a certain size, it instinctively shelters from bad weather, unnoticed but otherwise roams the streets searching for scraps of forgotten thought and feeling. Given time and luck the poetry ball becomes large HUGE ENORMOUS: A vast accumulation of papery bits That ultimately takes to the air, levitating by The sheer force of so much unspoken emotion. It floats gently above suburban rooftops when everybody is asleep inspiring lonely dogs to bark in the middle of the night. Sadly a big ball of paper no matter how large and buoyant, is still a fragile thing. Sooner or LATER it will be surprised by a sudden gust of wind Beaten by driving rain and REDUCED in a matter of minutes to a billion soggy shreds. One morning everyone will wake up to find a pulpy mess covering front lawns clogging up gutters and plastering car windscreens. Traffic will be delayed children delighted adults baffled unable to figure out where it all came from Stranger still Will be the Discovery that Every lump of Wet paper Contains various faded words pressed into accidental verse. Barely visible but undeniably present To each reader they will whisper something different something joyful something sad truthful absurd hilarious profound and perfect No one will be able to explain the Strange feeling of weightlessness or the private smile that remains Long after the street sweepers have come and gone.
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Shaun Tan (Tales from Outer Suburbia)
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I wish I could've lived my life without making any wrong turns. I wish I could have lived in a kind world. Without anxiety. Without fear. Without hurting other people. Without being hurt myself. Only doing the right things. I wish I could have followed the shortest path to the kind world I wished for. "That's wrong." "That's stupid." When it comes to other people's lives you can say that kind of irresponsible dreck as much as you want. I wish I could've lived my life without making any wrong turns. But that's impossible. A path like that doesn't exist. We fail. We trip. We get lost. We make mistakes. And little by little, one step at a time we push forward. It's all we can do. On our own two feet. Even if we get a little banged up. Someday, we'll reach something. We'll reach someone. We pray. Come on. It's time to start walking.
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Natsuki Takaya (Fruits Basket, Vol. 21)
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Yesterday was a dark day in the history of humanity, a terrible affront to human dignity. After receiving the news, I followed with intense concern the developing situation, with heartfelt prayers to the Lord. How is it possible to commit acts of such savage cruelty? The human heart has depths from which schemes of unheard-of ferocity sometimes emerge, capable of destroying in a moment the normal daily life of a people. But faith comes to our aid at these times when words seem to fail. Christโ€™s word is the only one that can give a response to the questions which trouble our spirit. Even if the forces of darkness appear to prevail, those who believe in God know that evil and death do not have the final say. Christian hope is based on this truth; at this time our prayerful trust draws strength from it. ~General Audience, September 12, 2001.
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Pope John Paul II
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You knew what I was," he said, taking his hair back from his face, eyes wild with the will to make me believe. "You knew that my face is a lie, just pretending to be human. And you still wanted me, you could touch me, you could see what I am, the only one who knew and wanted me all the same, and you said I wasn't a --" his chest hitched. "Not a monster. I was going to tell you, and then I thought, well, I'm probably going to die in the underworld, so why can't I have this until then? I'm the stupid one; not you. I'm so sorry.
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Karen Healey (Guardian of the Dead)
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Our theory of disaster, of sorrow, of affliction, borrowed from the poets and novelist, is that it is incessant; but every passage in our own lives and in the lives of others, so far as we have witnessed them, teaches us that this is false. The house of mourning is decorously darkened to the world, but within itself it is also the house of laughing. Burst of gaiety, as heartfelt as its grief, relieve the gloom, and the stricken survivors have their jest together, in which the thought of the dead is tenderly involved, and a fond sense, not crazier than many others, of sympathy and enjoyment beyond the silence, justifies the sunnier mood before sorrow rushes back, deploring and despairing, and make it all up again with the conventional fitness of things.
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William Dean Howells (The Rise of Silas Lapham)
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Welcome to the real world of marriage, where hairs are always on the sink and little white spots cover the mirror, where arguments center on which way the toilet paper comes off and whether the lid should be up or down. It is a world where shoes do not walk to the closet and drawers do not close themselves, where coats do not like hangers and socks go AWOL during laundry. In this world, a look can hurt and a word can crush. Intimate lovers can become enemies, and marriage a battlefield.
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Gary Chapman (The Five Love Languages: How to Express Heartfelt Commitment to Your Mate)
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ํ•˜์ดํ–„ํ”„"ํ…”๋ ˆ+์œ„์ปค:HighHemp,"What I learned from this book? Though I have always held firm to my belief that Michael Jackson was innocent of the disgusting accusations (both in 1993 and in 2005), this book laid it all out for me in plain ink. What a gross misuse of California taxpayers' money this trial was, and I commend Tom Mesereau for his fantastic job as the head of Michael's defense team. This book needs to be read by anyone who was ever swayed by the media's misrepresentation of Jackson and the trial, by anyone who had painted him as a sick child molester. What he really was was a good man who had a deep concern for the well being of children. The Arvizos sought him out and because of Jackson's good heart, he helped them in any way possible, including helping out with Gavin's cancer treatments. If you are still unsure of what to think of Jackson himself, please strongly consider the testimonies of Macauley Culkin, Wade Robson, Jay Leno, and Chris Tucker. These people laid it all on the line and told it like it really was- something the media never did. This is a very important book and it needs to be taken seriously. Congratulations and my heartfelt thanks go to Aphrodite Jones for writing this book - she took a chance and wrote something that was pro-Jackson in an era when that was simply not done. ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ ํ˜น์€ ์œ„์ปค๋ฉ”์‹ ์ € ์•„์ด๋””: HighHemp ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ ํ˜น์€ ์œ„์ปค๋ฉ”์‹ ์ € ์•„์ด๋””: HighHemp ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ ํ˜น์€ ์œ„์ปค๋ฉ”์‹ ์ € ์•„์ด๋””: HighHemp ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ ํ˜น์€ ์œ„์ปค๋ฉ”์‹ ์ € ์•„์ด๋””: HighHemp ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ ํ˜น์€ ์œ„์ปค๋ฉ”์‹ ์ € ์•„์ด๋””: HighHemp
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"ํ•˜์ดํ–„ํ”„"ํ…”๋ ˆ+์œ„์ปค:HighHemp,"What I learned from this book?
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Iโ€™ve experienced a lot in my life. Iโ€™ve been in bloody battles. Iโ€™ve been with friends who were killed. Iโ€™ve seen terrible things done to man and beast, but Iโ€™ve never felt afraid. โ€œIโ€™ve been troubled. Iโ€™ve also been uneasy and tense. Iโ€™ve been in mortal danger, but Iโ€™ve never experienced that cold-sweat kind of fear, the kind that eats a man alive, brings him to his knees, and makes him beg. In fact, I always prided myself on being above that. I thought that Iโ€™d suffered through and seen so much that nothing could scare me anymore. That nothing could bring me to that point.โ€ He brushed a brief kiss on my neck. โ€œI was wrong. When I found you and saw thatโ€ฆthat thing trying to kill you, I was enraged. I destroyed it without hesitation.โ€ โ€œThe Kappa were terrifying.โ€ โ€œI wasnโ€™t afraid of the Kappa. I was afraidโ€ฆthat Iโ€™d lost you. I felt an unquenchable, gut-wrenching, corrosive fear. It was unbearable. The most agonizing part was realizing that I didnโ€™t want to live anymore if you were gone and knowing there was nothing I could do about it. I would be stuck forever in this miserable existence without you.โ€ I heard every word he said. It pierced through me, and I knew I would have felt the same way if our places had been reversed. But I told myself that his heartfelt declaration was just a reflection of the tense pressure weโ€™d been under. The little love plant in my heart was grasping at each wispy thought, absorbing his words like sweet drops of morning dew. But I chastised my heart and shoved the tender expressions of affection elsewhere, determined to be unaffected by them. โ€œItโ€™s okay. Iโ€™m here. You donโ€™t need to be afraid. Iโ€™m still around to help you break the curse,โ€ I said, trying to keep my voice even. He squeezed my waist and whispered softly, โ€œBreaking the curse didnโ€™t matter to me anymore. I thought you were dying.โ€ I swallowed and tried to be flippant. โ€œWell, I didnโ€™t. See? I lived to argue with you another day. Now donโ€™t you wish it had gone the other way?โ€ His arms stiffened and he threatened, โ€œDonโ€™t ever say that, Kells.โ€ After a second of hesitation, I said, โ€œWell, thank you. Thank you for saving me.โ€ He pulled me close, and I allowed myself a minute, just a minute, to lie back against him and enjoy it. I had almost died after all. I deserved some kind of reward for surviving, didnโ€™t I?
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Colleen Houck (Tiger's Curse (The Tiger Saga, #1))
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Just try to suppose that I may not know how to behave with dignity. That is, perhaps I'm a dignified man, but I don't know how to behave with dignity. Do you understand that it may be so? All Russians are that way, and you know why? Because Russians are too richly and multifariously endowed to be able to find a decent form for themselves very quickly. It's a matter of form. For the most part, we Russians are so richly endowed that it takes genius for us to find a decent form. Well, but most often there is no genius, because generally it rarely occurs. It's only the French, and perhaps some few other Europeans, who have so well-defined a form that one can look extremely dignified and yet be a most undignified man. That's why form means so much to them. A Frenchman can suffer an insult, a real, heartfelt insult, and not wince, but a flick on the nose he won't suffer for anything, because it's a violation of the accepted and time-honored form of decency. That's why our young ladies fall so much for Frenchmen, because they have good form. In my opinion, however, there's no form there, but only a rooster, le coq gaulois. However, that I cannot understand, I'm not a woman. Maybe roosters are fine. And generally I'm driveling, and you don't stop me. Stop me more often; when I talk with you, I want to say everything, everything, everything. I lose all form. I even agree that I have not only no form, but also no merits. I announce that to you. I don't even care about any merits. Everything in me has come to a stop now. You yourself know why. I don't have a single human thought in my head. For a long time I haven't known what's going on in the world, either in Russia or here. I went through Dresden and don't remember what Dresden is like. You know yourself what has swallowed me up. Since I have no hope and am a zero in your eyes, I say outright: I see only you everywhere, and the rest makes no difference to me. Why and how I love you--I don't know. Do you know, maybe you're not good at all? Imagine, I don't even know whether you're good or not, or even good-looking? Your heart probably isn't good; your mind isn't noble; that may very well be.
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Fyodor Dostoevsky (The Gambler)
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Even as I wrote my note to Fern, for instance, expressing sentiments and regrets that were real, a part of me was noticing what a fine and sincere note it was, and anticipating the effect on Fern of this or that heartfelt phrase, while yet another part was observing the whole scene of a man in a dress shirt and no tie sitting at his breakfast nook writing a heartfelt note on his last afternoon alive, the blondwood table's surface trembling with sunlight and the man's hand steady and face both haunted by regret and ennobled by resolve, this part of me sort of hovering above and just to the left of myself, evaluating the scene, and thinking what a fine and genuine-seeming performance in a drama it would make if only we all had not already been subject to countless scenes just like it in dramas ever since we first saw a movie or read a book, which somehow entailed that real scenes like the one of my suicide note were now compelling and genuine only to their participants, and to anyone else would come off as banal and even somewhat cheesy or maudlin, which is somewhat paradoxical when you consider โ€“ as I did, setting there at the breakfast nook โ€“ that the reason scenes like this will seem stale or manipulative to an audience is that weโ€™ve already seen so many of them in dramas, and yet the reason weโ€™ve seen so many of them in dramas is that the scenes really are dramatic and compelling and let people communicate very deep, complicated emotional realities that are almost impossible to articulate in any other way, and at the same time still another facet or part of me realizing that from this perspective my own basic problem was that at an early age Iโ€™d somehow chosen to cast my lot with my lifeโ€™s dramaโ€™s supposed audience instead of with the drama itself, and that I even now was watching and gauging my supposed performanceโ€™s quality and probable effects, and thus was in the final analysis the very same manipulative fraud writing the note to Fern that I had been throughout the life that had brought me to this climactic scene of writing and signing it and addressing the envelope and affixing postage and putting the envelope in my shirt pocket (totally conscious of the resonance of its resting there, next to my heart, in the scene), planning to drop it in a mailbox on the way out to Lily Cache Rd. and the bridge abutment into which I planned to drive my car at speeds sufficient to displace the whole front end and impale me on the steering wheel and instantly kill me. Self-loathing is not the same thing as being into pain or a lingering death, if I was going to do it I wanted it instantโ€™ (175-176)
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David Foster Wallace (Oblivion: Stories)
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If one has been absent for decades from a place that one once held dear, the wise would generally counsel that one should never return there again. History abounds with sobering examples: After decades of wandering the seas and overcoming all manner of deadly hazards, Odysseus finally returned to Ithaca, only to leave it again a few years later. Robinson Crusoe, having made it back to England after years of isolation, shortly thereafter set sail for that very same island from which he had so fervently prayed for deliverance. Why after so many years of longing for home did these sojourners abandon it so shortly upon their return? It is hard to say. But perhaps for those returning after a long absence, the combination of heartfelt sentiments and the ruthless influence of time can only spawn disappointments. The landscape is not as beautiful as one remembered it. The local cider is not as sweet. Quaint buildings have been restored beyond recognition, while fine old traditions have lapsed to make way for mystifying new entertainments. And having imagined at one time that one resided at the very center of this little universe, one is barely recognized, if recognized at all. Thus do the wise counsel that one should steer far and wide of the old homestead. But no counsel, however well grounded in history, is suitable for all. Like bottles of wine, two men will differ radically from each other for being born a year apart or on neighboring hills. By way of example, as this traveler stood before the ruins of his old home, he was not overcome by shock, indignation, or despair. Rather, he exhibited the same smile, at once wistful and serene, that he had exhibited upon seeing the overgrown road. For as it turns out, one can revisit the past quite pleasantly, as long as one does so expecting nearly every aspect of it to have changed.
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Amor Towles (A Gentleman in Moscow)
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People who are depressed at the thought that all our motives are selfish are [confused]. They have mixed up ultimate causation (why something evolved by natural selection) with proximate causation (how the entity works here and now). [A] good way to understand the logic of natural selection is to imagine that genes are agents with selfish motives. [T]he genes have metaphorical motives โ€” making copies of themselves โ€” and the organisms they design have real motives. But they are not the same motives. Sometimes the most selfish thing a gene can do is wire unselfish motives into a human brain โ€” heartfelt, unstinting, deep-in-the-marrow unselfishness. The love of children (who carry one's genes into posterity), a faithful spouse (whose genetic fate is identical to one's own), and friends and allies (who trust you if you're trustworthy) can be bottomless and unimpeachable as far as we humans are concerned (proximate level), even if it is metaphorically self-serving as far as the genes are concerned (ultimate level). Combine this with the common misconception that the genes are a kind of essence or core of the person, and you get a mongrel of Dawkins and Freud: the idea that the metaphorical motives of the genes are the deep, unconscious, ulterior motives of the person. That is an error.
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Steven Pinker (The Blank Slate: The Modern Denial of Human Nature)
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And suddenly it seemed utterly right to me that resistance had been his wish, his intention. It made a kind of emotional sense that caused me to feel, instantly, how little sense my earlier more or less unframed assumptions had made. Of course! I thought. And with that thought it was as though my father stepped forward to meet me as he had been in 1940: twenty-five years old, newly married, teaching literature and history and religion as his first real job, as an assistant professor at Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota. That stage of his life โ€“ and he in it โ€“ had always been indistinct to me, as the lives of parents before their children exist always are to those children; but now, holding this letter in my hands, I remembered anew and vividly the numerous photographs in our family albums of him then โ€“ a slender young man, intense-looking and handsome, with a shock of dark hair swept back from his high forehead. A radical young man, it would seem. More radical in many ways than my own son was now. A young man, ready, perhaps even eager to embrace the fate his powerful beliefs were calling him to. Sitting there, I felt a rush of love and pity for him in his youth, in his passionate convictions โ€“ really, the same feelings I often had for my son when he argued his heartfelt positions. Abruptly, they seemed alike to me and equally dear: my father, my son. I felt as though my father had been waiting for this moment to be born to me as the young man heโ€™d been, so touchingly willing to bear witness to his conscience; and the surprise of this new sense of him, this birth, was a gift to me, a sudden balm in those days of my most intense grief.
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Sue Miller (The Story of My Father)
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The news filled me with such euphoria that for an instant I was numb. My ingrained self-censorship immediately started working: I registered the fact that there was an orgy of weeping going on around me, and that I had to come up with some suitable performance. There seemed nowhere to hide my lack of correct emotion except the shoulder of the woman in front of me, one of the student officials, who was apparently heartbroken. I swiftly buried my head in her shoulder and heaved appropriately. As so often in China, a bit of ritual did the trick. Sniveling heartily she made a movement as though she was going to turn around and embrace me I pressed my whole weight on her from behind to keep her in her place, hoping to give the impression that I was in a state of abandoned grief. In the days after Mao's death, I did a lot of thinking. I knew he was considered a philosopher, and I tried to think what his 'philosophy' really was. It seemed to me that its central principle was the need or the desire? for perpetual conflict. The core of his thinking seemed to be that human struggles were the motivating force of history and that in order to make history 'class enemies' had to be continuously created en masse. I wondered whether there were any other philosophers whose theories had led to the suffering and death of so many. I thought of the terror and misery to which the Chinese population had been subjected. For what? But Mao's theory might just be the extension of his personality. He was, it seemed to me, really a restless fight promoter by nature, and good at it. He understood ugly human instincts such as envy and resentment, and knew how to mobilize them for his ends. He ruled by getting people to hate each other. In doing so, he got ordinary Chinese to carry out many of the tasks undertaken in other dictatorships by professional elites. Mao had managed to turn the people into the ultimate weapon of dictatorship. That was why under him there was no real equivalent of the KGB in China. There was no need. In bringing out and nourishing the worst in people, Mao had created a moral wasteland and a land of hatred. But how much individual responsibility ordinary people should share, I could not decide. The other hallmark of Maoism, it seemed to me, was the reign of ignorance. Because of his calculation that the cultured class were an easy target for a population that was largely illiterate, because of his own deep resentment of formal education and the educated, because of his megalomania, which led to his scorn for the great figures of Chinese culture, and because of his contempt for the areas of Chinese civilization that he did not understand, such as architecture, art, and music, Mao destroyed much of the country's cultural heritage. He left behind not only a brutalized nation, but also an ugly land with little of its past glory remaining or appreciated. The Chinese seemed to be mourning Mao in a heartfelt fashion. But I wondered how many of their tears were genuine. People had practiced acting to such a degree that they confused it with their true feelings. Weeping for Mao was perhaps just another programmed act in their programmed lives. Yet the mood of the nation was unmistakably against continuing Mao's policies. Less than a month after his death, on 6 October, Mme Mao was arrested, along with the other members of the Gang of Four. They had no support from anyone not the army, not the police, not even their own guards. They had had only Mao. The Gang of Four had held power only because it was really a Gang of Five. When I heard about the ease with which the Four had been removed, I felt a wave of sadness. How could such a small group of second-rate tyrants ravage 900 million people for so long? But my main feeling was joy. The last tyrants of the Cultural Revolution were finally gone.
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Jung Chang (Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China)
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Girls aside, the other thing I found in the last few years of being at school, was a quiet, but strong Christian faith โ€“ and this touched me profoundly, setting up a relationship or faith that has followed me ever since. I am so grateful for this. It has provided me with a real anchor to my life and has been the secret strength to so many great adventures since. But it came to me very simply one day at school, aged only sixteen. As a young kid, I had always found that a faith in God was so natural. It was a simple comfort to me: unquestioning and personal. But once I went to school and was forced to sit through somewhere in the region of nine hundred dry, Latin-liturgical, chapel services, listening to stereotypical churchy people droning on, I just thought that I had got the whole faith deal wrong. Maybe God wasnโ€™t intimate and personal but was much more like chapel was โ€ฆ tedious, judgemental, boring and irrelevant. The irony was that if chapel was all of those things, a real faith is the opposite. But somehow, and without much thought, I had thrown the beautiful out with the boring. If church stinks, then faith must do, too. The precious, natural, instinctive faith I had known when I was younger was tossed out with this newly found delusion that because I was growing up, it was time to โ€˜believeโ€™ like a grown-up. I mean, what does a child know about faith? It took a low point at school, when my godfather, Stephen, died, to shake me into searching a bit harder to re-find this faith I had once known. Life is like that. Sometimes it takes a jolt to make us sit and remember who and what we are really about. Stephen had been my fatherโ€™s best friend in the world. And he was like a second father to me. He came on all our family holidays, and spent almost every weekend down with us in the Isle of Wight in the summer, sailing with Dad and me. He died very suddenly and without warning, of a heart attack in Johannesburg. I was devastated. I remember sitting up a tree one night at school on my own, and praying the simplest, most heartfelt prayer of my life. โ€˜Please, God, comfort me.โ€™ Blow me down โ€ฆ He did. My journey ever since has been trying to make sure I donโ€™t let life or vicars or church over-complicate that simple faith I had found. And the more of the Christian faith I discover, the more I realize that, at heart, it is simple. (What a relief it has been in later life to find that there are some great church communities out there, with honest, loving friendships that help me with all of this stuff.) To me, my Christian faith is all about being held, comforted, forgiven, strengthened and loved โ€“ yet somehow that message gets lost on most of us, and we tend only to remember the religious nutters or the God of endless school assemblies. This is no oneโ€™s fault, it is just life. Our job is to stay open and gentle, so we can hear the knocking on the door of our heart when it comes. The irony is that I never meet anyone who doesnโ€™t want to be loved or held or forgiven. Yet I meet a lot of folk who hate religion. And I so sympathize. But so did Jesus. In fact, He didnโ€™t just sympathize, He went much further. It seems more like this Jesus came to destroy religion and to bring life. This really is the heart of what I found as a young teenager: Christ comes to make us free, to bring us life in all its fullness. He is there to forgive us where we have messed up (and who hasnโ€™t), and to be the backbone in our being. Faith in Christ has been the great empowering presence in my life, helping me walk strong when so often I feel so weak. It is no wonder I felt I had stumbled on something remarkable that night up that tree. I had found a calling for my life.
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Bear Grylls (Mud, Sweat and Tears)
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The central fact of biblical history, the birth of the Messiah, more than any other, presupposes the design of Providence in the selecting and uniting of successive producers, and the real, paramount interest of the biblical narratives is concentrated on the various and wondrous fates, by which are arranged the births and combinations of the 'fathers of God.' But in all this complicated system of means, having determined in the order of historical phenomena the birth of the Messiah, there was no room for love in the proper meaning of the word. Love is, of course, encountered in the Bible, but only as an independent fact and not as an instrument in the process of the genealogy of Christ. The sacred book does not say that Abram took Sarai to wife by force of an ardent love, and in any case Providence must have waited until this love had grown completely cool for the centenarian progenitors to produce a child of faith, not of love. Isaac married Rebekah not for love but in accordance with an earlier formed resolution and the design of his father. Jacob loved Rachel, but this love turned out to be unnecessary for the origin of the Messiah. He was indeed to be born of a son of Jacob - Judah - but the latter was the offspring, not of Rachel but of the unloved wife, Leah. For the production in the given generation of the ancestor of the Messiah, what was necessary was the union of Jacob precisely with Leah; but to attain this union Providence did not awaken in Jacob any powerful passion of love for the future mother of the 'father of God' - Judah. Not infringing the liberty of Jacob's heartfelt feeling, the higher power permitted him to love Rachel, but for his necessary union with Leah it made use of means of quite a different kind: the mercenary cunning of a third person - devoted to his own domestic and economic interests - Laban. Judah himself, for the production of the remote ancestors of the Messiah, besides his legitimate posterity, had in his old age to marry his daughter-in-law Tamar. Seeing that such a union was not at all in the natural order of things, and indeed could not take place under ordinary conditions, that end was attained by means of an extremely strange occurrence very seductive to superficial readers of the Bible. Nor in such an occurrence could there be any talk of love. It was not love which combined the priestly harlot Rahab with the Hebrew stranger; she yielded herself to him at first in the course of her profession, and afterwards the casual bond was strengthened by her faith in the power of the new God and in the desire for his patronage for herself and her family. It was not love which united David's great-grandfather, the aged Boaz, with the youthful Moabitess Ruth, and Solomon was begotten not from genuine, profound love, but only from the casual, sinful caprice of a sovereign who was growing old.
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Vladimir Sergeyevich Solovyov (The Meaning of Love)