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Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.
— A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

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Do I dare / Disturb the universe?
— T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

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I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favourite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.
— Fred Rogers

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Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

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A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.
— Eleanor Roosevelt

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We like to be out in nature so much because it has no opinion about us.
— Friedrich Nietzsche

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I exist as I am, that is enough.
— Walt Whitman

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Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
— George Orwell

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Impatience is the thief of success.
— Rebekah L. Pierce

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If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.
— Thich Nhat Hanh