The rich rob the poor, and the poor rob one another.
India happens to be a rich country inhabited by very poor people.
You can be rich in spirit, kindness, love and all those things that you can't put a dollar sign on.
Capitalism does not permit an even flow of economic resources. With this system, a small privileged few are rich beyond conscience, and almost all others are doomed to be poor at some level. That's the way the system works. And since we know that the system will not change the rules, we are going to have to change the system.
Life is difficult for everyone; everyone has bad days. Everyone has trouble in their life, because it doesn't matter how rich you are: Sickness and trouble and worry and love, these things will mess with you at every level of life.
The more you give, the less you need.
If you think you can then you can.
To a man, sex is the ultimate expression of love. It is pure pleasure. But to a woman there exists something greater than pleasure - gestures of adoration. A gentle caress on the cheek, an attentive smile, a soft kiss while swept away in a slow dance, the whispered words, - these are the tokens of love that women cherish.
Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.
A thing can be true and still be desperate folly, Hazel.
Don't ever give up. Don't ever give in. Don't ever stop trying. Don't ever sell out. And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment, pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.But never, ever, ever give up.
Employing your imagination is the first step to the fulfillment of any dream.
For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: - fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved.
We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had with souls that made our souls wiser, that spoke what we thought, that told us what we knew, that gave us leave to be what we inly are.
Little girls grow up thinking that knights in shining armor actually exist. ? But they don't. ? And if those valiant heroes ever did bless this world with their chivalrous deeds, I imagine, just? like Christ's apostles, they were destroyed by envy on the battlefront.
I pity the people who don't like to read, because then they spend their whole lives stuck in this one world and dont get to discover any others.
Never give up. It's like breathing - once you quit, your flame dies letting total darkness extinguish every last gasp of hope. You can't do that. You must continue taking in even the shallowest of breaths, continue putting forth even the smallest of efforts to sustain your dreams. Don't ever, ever, ever give up.
I shall ne'er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o' gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here.
One way or another, I think we are all destined to learn the same lessons in life. Universal truths are universal truths. They cannot be changed.?
Service a smile. ? It is an acknowledging wave, a reaching handshake, a friendly wink, and a warm hug. ? It's these simple acts that matter most, because the greatest service to a human soul has always been the kindness of recognition.
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