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People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Anton Chekhov
Anton Chekhov
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet
I’ve always liked the time before dawn because there’s no one around to remind me who I am supposed to be, so it’s easier to remember who I am.
The scariest moment is always just before you start.
Stephen King
Stephen King
The only person who cannot be helped is that person who blames others.
Carl Rogers
Carl Rogers
You smile at the extravagance of your dream, and yet you feel that this tissue of absurdity contained some real idea, something that belongs to your true life,—something that exists, and has always existed, in your heart. You search your dream for some prophecy that you were expecting.
The Idiot. Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Idiot. Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Good morning and have a great day ahead🤗❤️☕️
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The greatest kind of love is the one that leaves you feeling contented. It reminds you that you will always be enough to be the reason for their smile. Just by existing, you are bringing hope and light to change the world for a person who inspires you to be better by making you realize that everything you need is within you, and that’s the kind of love that heals. The kind of love that asks nothing else from you than for you to be who you are because you are already whole to begin with.
Juansen Dizon
Juansen Dizon
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Is it your reputation that’s bothering you? But look at how soon we’re all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of all those applauding hands. The people who praise us — how capricious they are, how arbitrary.
Marcus Aurelius
Marcus Aurelius