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Discover your own discontent, and be grateful, for without divine discontent, there would be no creative force.

Never give up on something you really want. It's difficult to wait but it's better than having regrets.

I wish there was a way to know you're in the "good old days" before you've actually left them.

Don't be just a means to an end. Be the end. Your end, all's end. All's well that ends well. And you're well.

When you are raw, real, and reckless about what you feel with the wrong person you will end up becoming cautious, caustic and callous towards a lot of things.

When you feel like you've failed and you're down in the dumps, it feels like you have nothing else to lose. But that is when you should realise that you having nothing to lose is when you stand in a position where there is everything to gain.

The difference between failure and success is the same as the difference between being able and being willing.

Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude.

You don't need anyone who doesn't need you. Remember that, and you'll never have a reason to ever feel down.

Don't conform to what you think you are because if you do you'll feel impassive to change and you'll think what you think you are is what you ought to be which is all one big lie.

Blessed are the forgetful for they get the better even of their blunders.
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