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Love everybody and tell the truth.
— Neem Karoli Baba 
Everything we do should contribute to happiness, or why do it?
— Sharon-ji 
I asked my first spiritual teacher “How do I become enlightened?”, and he responded, “First, learn how to cook, clean, and garden.”
— Sharon Gannon
I’m not rebellious. But I am who I am. I like to speak the way I speak and wear what I like to wear.
— Sonam Kapoor
I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.
— W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

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Don't Wanna Be Your Girl

 

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Give him hell, he’ll always need it.
— Madame Vastra, Deep Breath  

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I love that you’re fragile and tough, quiet and kick-ass.
— Gayle Forman, If i Stay 

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The first problem is people who never feel a “Fuck Yes” for anybody they meet. If you are lukewarm on absolutely everyone you meet, then either your demographics are way off, or you suffer from a lack of vulnerability and are protecting yourself by remaining indifferent and unenthused by all of those around you.
— Mark Manson, Fuck Yes or No
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf

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I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five 

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If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone.
— Gregory Alan Isakov

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Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

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First dates are like interviews with cocktails. I’m done.
— Carrie Bradshaw 

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She is not “my girl.” She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night. How much more blessed can I be?
— Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist  

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