When we feel we have benched ourselves for too long, we must loosen up the unessential, get over our endless cringing and make a bold leap to the glowing stars of our dream. ("Steaming ahead" )
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul
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Victor Hugo
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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E.e. Cummings
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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E.e. Cummings
It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
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Tahereh Mafi
For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important,...
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