#poetry

Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both firmly under your belt, that’s real power.

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Choose people who choose you.

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When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

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Despite how open, peaceful, and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves.

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Nobody can teach me who I am. You can describe parts of me, but who I am - and what I need - is something I have to find

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Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

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Hang on. It gets easier and then it gets okay and then it feels like freedom.

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I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.

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I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In

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You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.

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Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you, not what’s best for somebody else.

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Stop putting limits on your life. You are worth everything.

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That’s the whole secret: To do things that excite you.

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Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth even if they don’t.

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I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.

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You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

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I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

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Instead of worrying about what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.

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What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?

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F-E-A-R has two meanings: ‘Forget Everything And Run’ or ‘Face Everything And Rise.’ The choice is yours.

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Difficult relationships come into our lives for a reason. No one would choose them, certainly. But if we let them, they

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I just hope that one day- preferably when we’re both blind drunk- we can talk about it.

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A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in—what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

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I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

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