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![Step into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you, it will only burn what you are not.]()
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~ MoojiStep into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you, it will only burn what you are not. -
![You have beautiful words inside you. You have music, you have compassion, love, laughter, wisdom, beauty and intelligence. It's time to set them free.]()
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~ Steve AitchisonYou have beautiful words inside you. You have music, you have compassion, love, laughter, wisdom, beauty and intelligence. It's time to set them free. -
~ Catherine of SienaBe who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire. -
![I wish to live a life that causes my soul to dance inside my body.]()
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~ Dele OlanubiI wish to live a life that causes my soul to dance inside my body. -
![Give yourself a chance to discover who you really are.]()
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~ Tina PanossianGive yourself a chance to discover who you really are. -
~ Joyce Carol OatesI never change, I simply become more myself. -
![You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.]()
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~ Friedrich NietzscheYou have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist. -
~ Oscar WildeA man who does not think for himself does not think at all. -
~ Carl JungResistance to the organized mass can be effected only by the man who is as well organized in his individuality as the mass itself. -
![I would like to be remembered as someone who made people smile. A few years ago, I wrote my own epitaph: Here lies one who spared neither man nor God; Waste not your tears on him, he was a sod; Writing nasty things he regarded as great fun; Thank the Lord he is dead, this son of a gun.]()
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~ Khushwant Singh, (Wrote himself)I would like to be remembered as someone who made people smile. A few years ago, I wrote my own epitaph: Here lies one who spared neither man nor God; Waste not your tears on him, he was a sod; Writing nasty things he regarded as great fun; Thank the Lord he is dead, this son of a gun.
