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FIFTY QUOTES TO LIVE BY

Energy fine tuning frequency   Sometimes we all need that little push in the right direction, or some unexpected out of the blue encounter to give us a hint about something that we needed help with. Well maybe these inspiring hand picked picturesque quotes  may just be the ones that will give you that extra needed push.                                                                             1.    Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. 2. Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. 3. It does not matter how slow you go as long you do not stop. 4. Our greatest    glory is not in never falling, but in rising   every  time we fall. 5. Eve...
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 Here’s the classic moral story version people usually mean: The Crow Imitating the Pigeon’s Walk A crow once saw a pigeon walking gracefully near some houses and being fed by people. The crow thought the pigeon’s life was easy and happy. Wanting the same comfort, the crow began to imitate the pigeon’s walk. Day after day, the crow practiced walking like the pigeon. But it could not do it properly. Worse, it slowly forgot its own way of walking. When the crow finally tried to return to its old life, it couldn’t walk like a crow anymore—nor like a pigeon. Ashamed and helpless, the crow realized its mistake. Moral Do not imitate others blindly; be yourself. (Also said as: Trying to copy others makes you lose your own identity.)
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Thoreau WALDEN CHAPTER V Solitude

Chapter V: Solitude This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. As I walk along the stony shore of the pond in my shirt-sleeves, though it is cool as well as cloudy and windy, and I see nothing special to attract me, all the elements are unusually congenial to me. The bullfrogs trump to usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borne on the rippling wind from over the water. Sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled. These small waves raised by the evening wind are as remote from storm as the smooth reflecting surface. Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash, and some creatures lull the rest with their notes. The repose is never complete. The wildest animals do not repose...
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