There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
~ Lowell
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See also Inspirational Quotes.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
~ Lowell
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Pick an arbitrary, stupid goal, become totally involved in it, and pursue it with vigor, and what happens to you in that pursuit is your life.
~ Kenny Shopsin
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No matter how isolated you are and how lonely you feel, if you do your work truly and conscientiously, unknown friends will come and seek you.
~ Carl Jung
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The only question that really matters, the only question whose correct answer can exert a civilizing influence on the future specialist, is the question asked by Buddha and Jesus, by Lao-Tsu and Socrates, by Job and Aeschylus, and Chaucer and Shakespeare and Dostoevsky, by every philosopher, every mystic, every great artist: Who am I and what, if anything, can I do about it?
~ Aldous Huxley
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You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.
~ Alain de Botton
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Perfectionism is not as much the desire for excellence, as it is the fear of failure couched in procrastination.
~ Dan Miller
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Let everything happen to you: Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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No day in which you learn something is a complete loss.
~ David Eddings
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Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.
~ Fred Rogers
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Just as I have my own role to play, so does time. And time does its job much more faithfully, much more accurately, than I ever do. Ever since time began (when was that, I wonder?), it’s been moving ever forward without a moment’s rest. And one of the privileges given to those who’ve avoided dying young is the blessed right to grow old. The honor of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.
~ Haruki Murakami
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