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Death is not the enemy, the things that cause death are!

 

On the sea of life, there are never enough lifeboats for all those whose ships have sunk.

 

The more that is said about some things the less there seems to be known about them.

 

Time, not man will decide the fate of this Earth.

 

Where life is found, death is not far away.

 

If it makes no sense at all, it is just what some are looking for.

 

Those who make little effort, make little difference in life.

 

Why does no one ever ask the one who knows?

 

There are things one does by choice, and things one does for the lack of choice.

 

To cling to a faded love is better than holding on to an old hatred.

 

To an outsider, the inside looks better than it often is.

 

No one knows it all; most know just enough to be really dangerous.

 

Not everyone who acts a fool, is a fool, some are just very sly.

 

Those who never take risks may live longer, but they will never live as well as those who do.

 

If you are not careful you will wish you had been, and if you are careful you will wish you had not been.

 

To die is easy; to live is hard.

 

Some in life will make you see red, and some will make you see blue.

 

Tears are 1% water, and 99% sorrow.

 

Are the tears of one any wetter than those of another?

 

We are all cut from the same cloth, but we are not all washed in the same water.

 

Lost loves are very rarely found, but they are always remembered.

 

Going along for the ride is never the same as being behind the wheel.

 

When some thoughts meet, all hell breaks lose.

 

If a clock really did have hands, would it still let time slip away?

 

It is in the darkest hours that some shine the brightest.

 

In matters of the heart, the mind has little influence.

 

Not all lights shine brightly, some glow soft, and warm.

 

The art of the pen is far different than the art of the brush, for the ink is of one color; it is the words that are of many colors.

 

Death is a doorway through which all living things must one day pass.

 

When both mind, and heart share the same goal, great things can happen.

 

If for no other reason one should do the right thing just because it is the right thing to do.

 

On the stage of life, all actors must someday take their final bow.

 

There are things long dead that can come to life again ... love is one of them.

 

Not all heavenly bodies are up in the heavens!

 

Those who have walked the same road in life, share much.

 

The nice thing about getting older is that with each passing day there are fewer mistakes left to make.

 

To watch the sunset with one you love is perhaps the greatest trill life has to offer.

  

When one cries so hard inside, that no tears can make it to the out side, they are hurt beyond any chance of ever healing.

 

How many times can you move something before there is nothing left of it to move again.

 

If you feel you are receiving messages of beyond this Earth, perhaps you really are!

 

The trouble with Eden was that it did not last.

 

When a dream becomes a nightmare, it stops being fun.

 

The pen as a weapon may yet prove itself to be the most powerful.

 

If you always go with the crowd you will never find those little off the path places, and you will never really know peace of mind.

 

Once the ink gets into your blood, you will write even in your sleep.

 

There is much in the blood that one cannot deny.

 

It is in the mind that the seeds of hatred grow, and in the heart that the flowers of love bloom, and within the soul that they must both learn to live together.

 

The effects may remain, long after the cause is gone.

 

If you really want to hide out for a while, just try looking like you need help, no one will ever notice that you are there.

 

Some days are just a little bit worse than others, and then there are days like today.

 

At times you can just tell when a part of your life is about to end.

 

Each new page in the book of our lives, gives use a chance to start over again.

 

If you overload the machines, they will quit working, and if you overload the people who run the machines, they will just plain quit.

 

Whatever peace of mind cost one, it is will wroth the price.

 

Only when you can forgive all, will your heart be free of the things that hurt it most.

 

Most will love more times in life than they will be loved in return.

 

Of those we let into our hearts in life, some will break it, and others will mend it.

 

Like a train in the night, some speed through the darkness of life, putting all their trust in the track they are on.

 

The threat of war is seldom enough to keep the peace.

 

You cannot be lost, if you did not know where you where headed when you set out.

 

Some questions should not be asked, and even if they are asking, they should not be answered.

 

When it time to go, one must get up, and leave.

 

The right to be wrong is one we all have.

 

No plan is perfect, and most are not even close.

 

Make no mistake; time is always the taskmaster, always.

 

When you know who wrote the rules, it does help to explain why they are the way they are.

 

Sometimes the well-meaning do more harm than those that set out to do harm.

 

There is little that changes much, and much that changes little.

 

By the time the confusion of tomorrow gets here, you will have forgotten the senselessness of today.

 

If timing really is everything in life, there are many who have nothing at all going for them.

 

Those that seek gold, and sliver, pass over many precious gems in life.

 

Those that call for the most change are often themselves the things that need changed the most.

 

Of love, one must always ask, is the pleasure of it wroth the pain of it?

 

In the matter of things, some things just matter more than others.

 

Much more has been talked about, than has ever been done.

 

Not all who speak against the Government are traitors; some are patriots.

 

We at times we remember things as being better than they really were.

 

Change is not about giving up who you are, but more about becoming more than you were.

 

Where you are when your life clock starts is, less important than where you are when it stops.

 

By the hand of man, much has been changed, some for the better, some for the worse.

 

There is so much need in life, and so little of what is needed.

 

As surely as happiness is a state of mind, love is a heart condition.

 

Love is a tune played on the strings of the heart.

 

You are lost, only when you stop trying to find your way.

 

Mother Nature, and Father Time are strict parents.

 

In the silence of the grave, many secrets rest for all time.

 

Once there was peace on Earth, then along came man.

 

Those who are unwilling to change with the times are doomed to be left in the past.

 

We carry with us in life many things that we should have left behind long ago, and we leave behind many things that we should have hung on to forever.

 

Without love, we are hollow shells, through which regret echoes often.

 

The battle is not over, until the last shot is fired.

 

A smile still works at times, when nothing else will.

 

We seem to look for perfection more in others than in ourselves.

 

It is better to want something you can never have, than to have something you never wanted.

 

Sometimes the ride is free, but you may have to pay to get off.

 

We live such a short time, and all of it is spent dying.

 

 

      

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                    

 

 
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