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A man who has never made a woman angry is a failure in life.

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Penny for your thoughts,' asked Gwen.'Cheapskate,' said Ianto. 'Never heard

Penny for your thoughts,' asked Gwen.'Cheapskate,' said Ianto. 'Never heard of inflation? Thoughts are a bit pricier than that these days.''OK,' said Gwen. 'A pint down the local tomorrow for your thoughts.'Ianto smiled. 'That's more like it.
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Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to

Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature.
Posted 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in suc

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.
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The Law was never given to gentiles but to Jews only, so why do so many gen

The Law was never given to gentiles but to Jews only, so why do so many gentiles struggle today with mixing law and grace?
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With sports, you have no time to reflect. You just do.

With sports, you have no time to reflect. You just do.
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Keep the overall feelings and objectives as positive.

Keep the overall feelings and objectives as positive.
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Do people choose the art that inspires them — do they think it over, decide

Do people choose the art that inspires them — do they think it over, decide they might prefer the fabulous to the real? For me, it was those early readings of fairy tales that made me who I was as a reader and, later on, as a storyteller.
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the gods play nofavorites.

the gods play nofavorites.
Posted 3 months, 2 weeks ago

September had no natural defense against lost things, being one herself. Sh

September had no natural defense against lost things, being one herself. She could not quite have put it into words, but she felt profoundly, at the bottom of her new, shining heart, that she could find lost things. She could make them un-lost if she were
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I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
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Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead disput

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.
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The art is in evolving to such a receptive consciousness, which is aligned

The art is in evolving to such a receptive consciousness, which is aligned to enjoyment and fruition in both ways – expecting and planning the randomizations for ‘specific’ joys as well as designing joys in ‘generic’ randomizations. True love lands you in
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