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Every villain has his weakness.

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Each villain has its weakness.

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Greatness inspires envy, envy breeds resentment and resentment produces lies.

Voldemort.

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Depression is excess of the past.

Anxiety is excess of the future.

Stress is excess of the present.

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The life is like panela,hard but sweet

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Sometimes I think about different ways in life. I don't know what it will happen in the future, I will propobably study to be a lawyer, but it was not possible. I just know that I definitly wish to become in the better option of myself.

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Some time ago a girl told me

-you look very pretty

and I answered her

-I'm always pretty

and a boy answers me

- you're a narcissist for saying that

I kept thinking and I answered

- if I don't say it, who else will?

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She smiles regardless of the cracks in her heart. because flowers like her, still bloom in the middle of the desert.

Ana Suarez

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What fault do the readings have that their hearts like the impossible?

What is the fault of the readers for loving strongly a character made of ink and paper?

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I used to have fun and now... no

I used to laugh and now I don't know how to do it

I used to go out to play now I don't have time

I used to get good grades now I can't

I used to be happy, and I didn't know it

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Stop worrying about what tomorrow may bring. Focus on what you can control. Stay positive. Enjoy today. Expect good things to come.

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Gratitude is the key to a happy life that we hold in our hands , because if we are not grateful no matter how much we have , we will not be happy , because we always want something more.

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A Greek Verse for Ophelia

The afternoon I knew your death–

the summer’s purest, the almonds

had grown up to the sky,

and the loom halted in the rainbow’s

ninth colour. How, by the white rim, did

her movement go?

How was your flight by that thread woven

which gave almost the name of destiny?

Only the clouds uplifted in the light

told everybody’s writing, the ballad

of who has seen a kingdom and

another kingdom and remains

within the fable. They carried

your body, snow between dust branches

that have already heard the song and keep

peace of the nightingale among the tombs.

I shut the garden gates, the

castle’s high windows. Indeed I grudged

the troubadour, transmuting wood

to water, flower and lute, entry.

He sang his song; time has unravelled what

the Lord has ravelled, silver tapestry

already happening, moonlit wandering,

yet returning to the skein.  Alone

you may find the shape that awaits you.

I don’t know what blue was, there and then, lonely,

I don’t know what forest imparted to

the bitter moon its enchantment, the sunflower found

under the ship on voyages that recall

the Mediterranean clear waters.

The afternoon I knew you

were leaving was death’s purest: you

were in my memory talking to me

among the lilies, in some lines by

Saint John of the Cross. What sky was there,

what hand knit slowly, what songs

brought the pain, the marvel

that is awed of being at that hour

in which the moon burst on the almonds

and burned down the jasmines.  You came

by the side of the sea from where a song

is heard, perhaps from a drowning

virgin, as your steps on the land.

Then you departed through my soul, you queen

of ancient fables, dust kindred to those ships

that once seeded  from sandal-

-wood and cedar the wine sea.

Alone you travelled, beautiful, in silence,

stone-beautiful; in your shoulder

a violin stopped in its tracks. The almonds in

the courtyard and the jasmines announced

a summer storm. The sky

shattered my house’s mirror, death

resounded deep in the cistern. I was

thus lost in that fiery bramble, in which

our memory conceals our loved ones.

I wore blue mourning and remained alone.

“on the eve of the longest day”.

The artist of silence.

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Without fear we are happy. gdbee

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You need to worry less.

Simple = Beautiful