He who angers you conquers you.
Life is an echo. What you send out, comes back. More:
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.
I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
„When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.”
If you cannot lift the load off another's back, do not walk away. Try to lighten it.
He who angers you conquers you.
Life is an echo. What you send out, comes back. More:
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.
I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
„When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.”
If you cannot lift the load off another's back, do not walk away. Try to lighten it.