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“Do not let yourself be bothered by the inconsequential.

 

One has only so much time in this world,

so devote it to the work and the people most important to you,

to those you love and things that matter.

 

One can waste half a lifetime with people one doesn’t really like,

or doing things when one would be better off somewhere else.”

 

[ Louis L’Amour Ride the River ]

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“When we have done our best, we should wait the result in peace.”

[ John Lubbock ]

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” Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart,

and never forget,

that until the day God will deign to reveal the future to man,

all human wisdom is contained in these two words,

‘Wait and Hope.”

[ Alexandre Dumas ]

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“I thought about how there are two types of secrets:

the kind you want to keep in,

and the kind you don’t dare to let out.”

[ Ally CarterDon’t Judge a Girl by Her Cover ]

111 Of 365 (366) For 2012

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“I wanted a perfect ending.

Now I’ve learned,

the hard way,

that some poems don’t rhyme,

and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.

Life is about not knowing,

having to change,

taking the moment and making the best of it,

without knowing what’s going to happen next.

Delicious Ambiguity.”

[ Gilda Radner ]

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“I can believe things that are true

and things that aren’t true

and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed.

 

Listen – I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite,

that the world is run by secret banking cartels

and is visited by aliens on a regular basis,

nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs

and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

 

I believe that the future sucks

and I believe that the future rocks

and I believe that one day

White Buffalo Woman is going to come back

and kick everyone’s ass.

 

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys

with deep problems communicating

and that the decline in good sex in America

is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

 

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks

and I still believe that they are better than the alternative.

 

I believe that California is going to sink into the sea

when the big one comes,

while Florida is going to dissolve into madness

and alligators

and toxic waste.

 

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance

to dirt and disease

so that one day

we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold

like martians in War of the Worlds.

 

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century

were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis,

that jade is dried dragon sperm,

and that thousands of years ago

in a former life

I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

 

I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars.

 

I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid,

 

that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly,

 

that light is a wave and a particle,

 

that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time

(although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it

it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead),

 

and that there are stars in the universe

billions of years older than the universe itself.

 

I believe in a personal god who cares about me

and worries

and oversees everything I do.

I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion

and went off to hang with her girlfriends

and doesn’t even know that I’m alive.

I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos,

background noise,

and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly.

 

I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

 

I believe in a woman’s right to choose,

a baby’s right to live,

that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty

if you can trust the legal system implicitly,

and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system

with anything of relative importance;

much less matters of life and death.

 

I believe that life is a game,

that life is a cruel joke,

and that life is what happens when you’re alive

and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

 

[ Neil GaimanAmerican Gods ]

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“(And the girl said:)

>How should we be able to forget

those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples,

 

the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses;

 

perhaps

all the dragons of our lives are princesses,

who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

 

Perhaps

everything terrible is

in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

 

So you must not be frightened,

dear Mr. Kappus,

if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen;

 

if a restiveness,

like light and cloud-shadows,

passes over your hands and over all you do.

 

You must think that something is happening with you,

that life has not forgotten you,

that it holds you in its hand;

 

it will not let you fall. . . .<”

 

[ Rainer Marie Rilke ]

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“In the world of the dreamer there was solitude:

all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.

They took place in solitude.

 

But with action came anxiety,

and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream,

 

and with it came weariness,

discouragement,

and the flight into solitude again.

 

And then in solitude,

in the opium den of remembrance,

the possibility of pleasure again.”

[ Anaïs Nin ]