When your fragile thread of hope is broken, Will you be living to die or dying to live?
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By failing to prepare you are preparing to fail. --- Benjamin Franklin
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There is always danger for those who are afraid.
– George Bernard
Shaw
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If you ever feel like someone in your life is holding you back, do not be afraid to free yourself from them otherwise you won't achieve what you always wanted to. Remember we only keep those who help us grow and not those who we want to help us grow.
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"Sea breeze. Vision newly sprung with it’s calm, and tranquil weave of seductive fragrance and sound, flirting with heart and mind."
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To empower the frail is an onus that invites contemplation more than actions.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER-ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Jayde Sherriff
Red Roses
"In the quiet of dawn, ideas bloom like red roses, unseen but fragrant, whispering secrets to the early morning light."
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"Every grain of sand is a fragment of time, telling tales of the world's ancient history." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Rejoice to the success of others... yet refrain from any pleasure of their demise.
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"Authenticity is the fragrance of a soul at peace with itself.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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It appears that some have found the key to success, stored and locked away in the frailties of others, only to be stolen by those keyholders all the same.
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'Quotes, proverbs, and wise sayings are fragments of wisdom that, when gathered, build the castle of enlightenment.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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The strongest are those who aren’t afraid of being weak, who aren’t afraid of the pain involved and the risk it takes, who have died a thousand times and yet they’re still alive.
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Life echo's immortality throughout our very being each divine moment one who loves us without refrain, without judgement and with true sincerity whispers our name and finds a home in the rhythm of our beating heart.
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It is all about connections...without them, we are fragments of being~ just another star, among the countless~ lots of glitter, but little else. Patterns are how we know ourselves...others...and a recognizable God.
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Love is a paradox, finding strength in its vulnerability and resilience in its fragility. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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He was not afraid to live alone
He was afraid of living without her…
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everyone gets so caught up in afraid of dying. i'm not afraid of death. i really don't even want to live. i only do because i have to. i should. there's dreams i wanted to make true. but i would rather drift into everything, and be one with the world.
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When you're used to everything going wrong and you're afraid of everything going right, you get scared.
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Those who are never afraid, have always walked alone.
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Zafar Khan Big gangster Big Mafia DON,
Punjab Police ko aitemad me lay kar na maloom afrad say mujhay dazan dazan.
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Do not be afraid of anyone who thrives on insulting you. The moment you stop caring is when they fear you.
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May we see all love mirrored back to us. May it reflect and refract and expand - forever.
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Just a simple little ditty, not too long and not so witty, but a feel-good sweet refrain that I’m proud of all the same.
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Imran Khan aur Zafar Khan nay qoom ko do chezain sikhaya hai badtamizi aur nafrat.
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It seems there are many that share a disconnect from reality, and the void is distant and deep. Yet they will faithfully follow a fraudulent shepherd, to promised greener pastures for his loyal sheep.
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Poetry and writing, conveys a story, written by the writer for the writer, intentionally or ignorantly unaware they are sharing their psyche, with the reader. It is a form of journaling. The beautifully precious and precocious Anne Frank comes to mind, her poignant and profound writes of Light came in the darkest moments of her young life.
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Oye fraudiye tun Kaisa dramay baaz Pagal hai alaj ki xarorat tujhay hai aur tekay tun
Mujhay lagwa raha hai Zafar tun nafrat say Pagal hota ja raha please apna alaj karwa.
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We are all scared.
We are all fragile.
We are all fed up.
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There is no scent of nostalgia like a fragrance drawn from the garden of childhood memories.
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