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Ten years from now, make sure you can look back and say you did the best you could. That's all that matters.

Let me tell you a secret...It's ok to not feel happy all the time. Sometimes life hits you hard. Don't be ashamed of negative feelings that come up. They are natural. Cry it out. Get upset. Feel your feelings. You need to process your emotions before you can move on and feel joy again. Don't bypass this step in order to try to be perfect. Feel your feelings and pick yourself up when you're ready. You will find happiness again.

Do prioritize yourself and just kicked off the bumpy remarks of those ludicrous people.

Dear Muse, I was just now standing in the balcony and watching the rain drops fall from the sky and suddenly I felt this beautiful feeling. The magical feeling that you are in my life. You came into my life and you have made my life truly special. How many people can say that they receive unconditional love from a beautiful and inspiring girl? A girl who writes amazingly well. A girl who who is achingly pretty and totally kind. When you are near her, she touches the innermost corners of your heart. Before she arrives she brings with her the fragrance of a million jasmines. A girl who is the tenderness of the rose petals. A girl who is the magic of a full moon night! Yours sincerely,

The Book of Life! We all are adding chapters to our lives. If I am on chapter 21 right now and re-reading the chapter 17, how will I be able to add more chapters? And if I wanting to create a chapter 25 directly, I am not enjoying my chapter 21 for me and others to enjoy and glance at!

Take the time to vet the source before you make it a resource. The influx of fake authority, false answers and fabricated tips, sprinkled with only motivation and inspiration has been leading too many entrepreneurs, start ups & beginners down some of the worst roads possible.

Your dreams are wonderful thoughts of you in your mind that's waiting for you to turn them into your reality.

Man kann sich nicht nur gegenseitig mit Gähnen „anstecken“, sondern auch anderen Menschen Eigenschaften andichten, indem wir ihnen Probleme oder Schwächen zuschreiben, die uns selbst betreffen und uns mal mehr bzw. weniger bewusst sind.

Regardless of how low a person stoops, it is never too late to uncover a redemptive epiphany. Can I mine an inspirational ray of motivation from my darkest thoughts that allows me to confront the commonplace disorders and tragic interruptions of life? What physical, mental, and emotional strumming make up the tinderbox that produces the moral tension that gives meaning to the life of an ordinary person? Amongst the chaos, confusion, and compromises that mark existence, how do we go about understanding ourselves? How do we become in touch with our personal band of raw emotions? Does self-transformation commence by admitting illicit impulses, irrational thoughts, disturbing habits, mythic misgivings, and stinted worldview? Do we learn through deconstructing our maverick experiences or through intellectual abstraction? In order to move forward in life, is it sometimes necessary to dissect ourselves? Would it prove helpful systematically to take apart nightmarish experiences that seemly never let go of a person?

Thanks to my damn ambition for being such a nasty habit--were I not addicted to you, I would have given up years ago.

But the thing about thunderstorms is that there’s always a sense of peace when once the storm is over.

It's easy to believe in someone else, the hard part is to believe in yourself

You can’t be the only superhero around here. I can do that too. – Hope Danielles

There is a kind of despair involved in creation which I am sure any artist knows all about. In art, as in morality, great things go by the board because at the crucial moment we blink our eyes. When is the crucial moment? Greatness is to recognize it and be able to hold it and to extend it. But for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter. And so we let each thing go, thinking vaguely that it will always be given to us to try again. Thus works of art, and thus whole lives of men, are spoilt by blinking and moving quickly on. I often found that I had ideas for stories, but by the time I had thought them out in detail they seemed to me hardly worth writing, as if I had already 'done' them: not because they were bad, but because they already belonged to the past and I had lost interest. My thoughts were soon stale to me. Some things I ruined by starting them too soon. Others by thinking them so intensely in my head that they were over before they began. Projects would change in a second from hazy uncommitted dreams into unsalvageable ancient history. Whole novels existed only in their titles.

For you, I am casting about for an excuse again.

Wings can be used for more than flying. Fan the flames of inspiration with them. - The Malwatch

The way to keep inspiration going is to stay in the abstract as long as possible. Don’t be in a hurry to get down to the specific. Don’t be in a hurry to finish.

If you do not rise above it all then you will fall below it all so let us not fall but rise.

I've noticed that everything I'm inspired by the most at this stage is very different from what inspired me when I was younger. There's significantly little romance and significantly more depth. At first I was sad and worried about this. I thought there was something emptied or broken with me for a while, that the experiences of life had really damaged that part of me. But I think I've been misunderstanding the purpose of that. Maybe everything is exactly right with me now for what I have to create. And maybe the best and highest art I can ever make will come from this version of myself.

At last Dirmit came upon a way. One by one, she took the words from her head and put them into her heart. When a word made her heart pound she wrote it down at once. When it had no effect she cast it out. From that day forward, Dirmit became a slave to her heart, doing what it told her to do, going where it told her to go, saying what it told her to say.