LIVE EACH DAY AS THE LAST DAY OF LIFE, AND MAKE A FRESH START IN LIFE EVERY DAY.
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Quote:- Live for the lovers, not the haters!
Sebastian the Great
Author:- Scylar Tyberius
Category:- hope
Quote:- Live Free or Die; Death is Not the Worst of Evils.
Author:- John Stark
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Live in the present moment’ is not a complete truth. ‘have power over the present moment’ is the complete truth! The power of ‘now’ is ‘having power over now’.
Author:- Paramahamsa Nithyananda
Category:- motivational,knowledge
Quote:- Live large. Dare to take up space. Be relentless in the pursuit of what truly lights you up. Take risks and stay open. Love yourself enough to know when to walk away. Love yourself enough to believe with every fiber of your being that there is something better for you out there, that there is someone who will accept every part of you no matter how bad or good or ugly or beautiful. They will see your inherent value shining right out of you and they will treasure you, they will uplift you, they will protect you, they will love you well.You are worth that. Don’t forget it.
Author:- Kirsten Robinson
Category:- Love,hope
Quote:- Live life as though nobody is watching, and express yourself as though everyone is listening.
Author:- Nelson Mandela
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Live life king size and serve others.
The Explorer's Mindset: Unlock Health Happiness and Success the Fun Way
Author:- Francis Shenstone
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- Live life to live legacy, for other people to continue it and benefits.
Author:- Nozipho N.Maphumulo
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Live life with a purpose and live it full out.
Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Author:- Steve Maraboli
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.
Author:- Debasish Mridha M.D.
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Live like the water droplets on the lotus's leaves, connected yet disconnected, and be open to letting go when u have to.
Author:- Dido Stargaze
Category:- Life
Quote:- Live not for Battles Won.Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
Report from Part One
Author:- Gwendolyn Brooks
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Live or die, but don't poison everything...Well, death's been herefor a long time --it has a hell of a lotto do with helland suspicion of the eyeand the religious objectsand how I mourned themwhen they were made obsceneby my dwarf-heart's doodle.The chief ingredientis mutilation.And mud, day after day,mud like a ritual,and the baby on the platter,cooked but still human,cooked also with little maggots,sewn onto it maybe by somebody's mother,the damn bitch!Even so,I kept right on going on,a sort of human statement,lugging myself as ifI were a sawed-off bodyin the trunk, the steamer trunk.This became perjury of the soul.It became an outright lieand even though I dressed the bodyit was still naked, still killed.It was caughtin the first place at birth,like a fish.But I play it, dressed it up,dressed it up like somebody's doll.Is life something you play?And all the time wanting to get rid of it?And further, everyone yelling at youto shut up. And no wonder!People don't like to be toldthat you're sickand then be forcedto watchyoucomedown with the hammer.Today life opened inside me like an eggand there insideafter considerable diggingI found the answer.What a bargain!There was the sun,her yolk moving feverishly,tumbling her prize --and you realize she does this daily!I'd known she was a purifierbut I hadn't thoughtshe was solid,hadn't known she was an answer.God! It's a dream,lovers sprouting in the yardlike celery stalksand better,a husband straight as a redwood,two daughters, two sea urchings,picking roses off my hackles.If I'm on fire they dance around itand cook marshmallows.And if I'm icethey simply skate on mein little ballet costumes.Here,all along,thinking I was a killer,anointing myself dailywith my little poisons.But no.I'm an empress.I wear an apron.My typewriter writes.It didn't break the way it warned.Even crazy, I'm as niceas a chocolate bar.Even with the witches' gymnasticsthey trust my incalculable city,my corruptible bed.O dearest three,I make a soft reply.The witch comes onand you paint her pink.I come with kisses in my hoodand the sun, the smart one,rolling in my arms.So I say Liveand turn my shadow three times roundto feed our puppies as they come,the eight Dalmatians we didn't drown,despite the warnings: The abort! The destroy!Despite the pails of water that waited,to drown them, to pull them down like stones,they came, each one headfirst, blowing bubbles the color of cataract-blueand fumbling for the tiny tits.Just last week, eight Dalmatians,3/4 of a lb., lined up like cord woodeachlike abirch tree.I promise to love more if they come,because in spite of crueltyand the stuffed railroad cars for the ovens,I am not what I expected. Not an Eichmann.The poison just didn't take.So I won't hang around in my hospital shift,repeating The Black Mass and all of it.I say Live, Live because of the sun,the dream, the excitable gift.
The Complete Poems
Author:- Anne Sexton
Category:- poetry