Alfred TennysonHopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...
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HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier...' This quote reminds us that we can make our lives better by simply hoping for it and believing it is possible. The late American writer and poet, Maya Angelou, said: "I've lived a long time and look at my life and see how much I've changed and how much I've learned and how much I know. And I say: This is what life has taught me: Be happy now. There is no time to be anything else."
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