The death of a dream can in fact serve as the vehicle that endows it with new form, with reinvigorated substance, a fresh flow of ideas, and splendidly revitalized color.
ABERJHANIGot just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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First steps are always the hardest but until they are taken the notion of progress remains only a notion and not an achievement.
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Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.
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History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
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With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
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I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself
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I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.
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At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
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Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.
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As living examples of the same. Peace ends with the unraveling of individual hope and the emergence of the will to worship violence as a healer of private and social disease.
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At one end of the continuum known as history are first-time events that have generated notable measures of public recognition due to either a positive or negative impact.
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To what extent will we allow the indefinable dynamics of something called “destiny” to maintain grief and horror in the world?
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We are living in an era in which billions of people are grappling to promote communication, tolerance, and understanding over the more destructive forces of war
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When reading about what may be described as the lesser celebrated heroic figures of the Harlem Renaissance,
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As goes love so goes life.
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The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
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