The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
C. S. LEWISDon’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.
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It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.
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Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.
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If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.
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We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.
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There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.
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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.
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If you never take risks, you’ll never accomplish great things. Everybody dies, but not everyone has lived.
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I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.
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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.
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You must be asking which door is the true one; not which pleases you best.
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We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it.
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Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.
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It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.
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Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.
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Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
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