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Your spirit nourishes from your old God and prophet, but mine nourishes from wisdom and conscience.

Never keep staring at the dreams you have on the paper... Don't just live like a spectator. You have the power, you have the mine, you have the skills, you can dribble your obstacles to get your goals moving to the other

My friends, life is so serious that if you are not aware of whom you are, your "youniversity" will be prestigious but unknown!

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.

A society must create lots of sunshine for its miners as they need the sun most! And __o be remembered, to be respected_ is a good sunshine; __afety in the mine_ is a good sunshine!

I mind the unmindful, but I mind my own mind too. Mine your mind, and mine the minds of others. Mind.. you are mine!

I had become an arrow of sound aimed at the most terrible creature in the city.

It__l always be mine, but it__l always be your heart.

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I__l be your light, if you__l be mine.

When I hold you in my arms, I live inside your rainbow and you live inside mine.

You have your world to rebuild, and I have mine.

There is no ongoing spiritual life without this process of letting go. At the precise point where we refuse, growth stops. If we hold tightly to anything given to us, unwilling to let it go when the time comes to let it go or unwilling to allow it to be used as the Giver means it to be used, we stunt the growth of the soul. It is easy to make a mistake here, __f God gave it to me,_ we say, __ts mine. I can do what I want with it._ No. The truth is that it is ours to thank Him for and ours to offer back to Him, ours to relinquish, ours to lose, ours to let go of _ if we want to find our true selves, if we want real life, if our hearts are set on glory.

I know_, is a big ghost. __his is mine_, is a huge demonic possession!

I pulled the sheet off their faces. Their faces were black with coal dust and didn't look like anything was wrong with them except they were dirty. The both of them had smiles on their faces. I thought maybe one of them had told a joke just before they died and, pain and all, they both laughed and ended up with a smile. Probably not true but but it made me feel good to think about it like that, and when the Sister came in I asked her if I could clean their faces and she said, "no, certainly not!" but I said, "ah, c'mon, it's me brother n' father, I want to," and she looked at me and looked at me, and at last she said, "of course, of course, I'll get some soap and water."When the nun came back she helped me. Not doing it, but more like showing me how, and taking to me, saying things like "this is a very handsome man" and "you must have been proud of your brother" when I told her how Charlie Dave would fight for me, and "you're lucky you have another brother"; of course I was, but he was younger and might change, but she talked to me and made it all seem normal, the two of us standing over a dead face and cleaning the grit away. The only other thing I remember a nun ever saying to me was, "Mairead, you get to your seat, this minute!

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...

I__e become your heartbeat making you mine Upon every kiss of passion our souls shine

Do you have a personal mantra? Mine comes from a childhood song. "Wherever I go the grass grows greener.