I’m too busy working on my own grass to notice if yours is greener.
ANONYMOUSSummer bodies are made in the winter.
More Anonymous Quotes
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The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of the martyr.
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The only thing harder than letting go is moving on.
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Let not the wise disturb the mind of the unwise in their selfish work. Let him, working with devotion, show them the joy of good work.
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Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying time heals all wounds is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
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Apologies have nothing to do with you. They are balloons in the sky. They may never land.
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Your workouts are important meetings you scheduled with yourself. Bosses don’t cancel.
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Every time you lose your cool, you give that other person your power.
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We are nearer to him than his jugular vein.
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To the heart that knows contentment, every day is Thanksgiving.
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For GOD is greater than our hearts, and He knows everything.
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Wake up early. Drink some juice, and eat well. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right, and your head up. Do well, live well, love well, and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.
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Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money.
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Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father.
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If a girl is stupid enough to love you after you broke her heart, I guarantee you, she is the one.
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The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.
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