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11:42 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.
11:42 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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11:40 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved
11:40 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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11:38 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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11:37 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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11:37 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
5:39 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
5:37 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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5:35 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope… and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
5:35 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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5:34 pm, by scribblesbetweenthepages
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