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“I marveled at the beauty of all life and savored the power and possibilities of my imagination. In these rare moments, I prayed, I danced, and I analyzed. I saw that life was good and bad, beautiful and ugly. I understood that I had to dwell on the good and beautiful in order to keep my imagination, sensitivity, and gratitude intact. I knew it would not be easy to maintain this perspective. I knew I would often twist and turn, bend and crack a little, but I also knew that…I would never completely break.”
― Maria Nhambu, Africa's Child

tags: autobiography, beauty-of-life, dance, determination, faith, inspirational, philosophy-of-life, powerful, prayer, undefeated

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“The only thing needed is to be in love with someone else. Because you can search for love and still can’t find it, it knocks you unexpectedly and without warning.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

tags: challenges, divine-feminine, eroticism, healing, intimate, past-lives, poetic, profound, transcendent, transformation

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“The older I get, the more clearly I remember things that never happened.”
― Mark Twain

tags: humor-age-memories

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“He said, " You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
-The Velveteen Rabbit”
― Margery Williams , The Velveteen Rabbit (Treasured Illustrated Classics)

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“Mr. Pugh turned bright red. His cheeks puffed up like the galls of shad from the nearby river. His green- monster eyes rolled around his face, and he pounded both fists down on the table, and through grinding teeth and snorting gasps hollered, “INDEED NOT, MISS KNAPP! Slaves are not allowed to read and write. We have you here with good and steady pay to instruct our children and nothing else. Going near that boy, or any other slave, with chalk or book learnin’ is strictly forbidden! Do you understand me?”
― Sheridan Brown, The Viola Factor