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That words can be plucked from the air and shaped into something beautiful is marvellous and wondrous indeed. |
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Prayer is my breath, if I stop praying, I die! |
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They broke my wings |
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She conquered her demons |
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When you practice, you needn't preach. |
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Should the measure of a man be the number of mourners at his funeral? What if he was not close to anyone but himself? |
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We mustn't look for love aimlessly; rather, we must allow ourselves the joy of bumping into it. |
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Is love without purpose? When I look at you, I lose my sense of purpose. |
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Thank God that He doesn't listen to you every time. He knows what's best for you. |
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Perceptions can be highly damaging. What good is it if you are loved or hated for what you are not? |