May 21, 2012

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  There is no telling how many miles you will have to run while chasing a dream.

  
  

  Tough people aren’t born that way, they become that way when no one’s there to wipe their tears away.

  
  

  If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never get it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’ll always in the same place.

  
  

  Love what you do. Believe in your instincts. And you better be able to pick yourself up and brush yourself off every day.

  
  

  You’ll never see the stars if you’re always looking down.

  
  

  Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.

  
  

  Stay true to yourself, because there are very few people who will stay true to you.

  
  

  It’s a very funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.

  
  

  Find a place to stand, and move the world.

  
  

  I think part of the reason why we hold on to something so tight, for so long, is because we fear something so great will never happen again.

  
  

  There’s a difference in what we long for, what we settle for, and what we’re meant for.

  
  

  You’ll never know until you’ve reached the top if it was worth the climb. There’s a fine line between love and a waste of time. But sometimes, you just have to take the chance. Sometimes it’s just now or never. And sometimes, there are no second chances.

  
  

  I don’t think that there’s anything worse than being ordinary.

  
  

  People too weak to follow their own dreams, will always find a way to discourage yours.

  
  

  You have to believe in yourself.

  
  

  There comes a point in your life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix things. Its not giving up, its realizing you don’t need certain people.

  
  

  The most important thing in life is to find yourself. Know who you are at all times, and stand by that for the rest of your life.

  
  

  Rock bottom is a beautiful start; rise up to show the world your scars.

  
  

  I can’t sleep at night because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference and if I will ever express the greatness within me, or if I will remain forever paralyzed by muddled madness inside my head. I’ve wept on every birthday I’ve ever had because life is huge and fleeting and I hate certain people and certain shoes and I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable and I hate myself a lot of the time. The rest of the time I adore myself and I adore my life in this city and in this world we live in. This huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world.

  
  

  When you look at a person, any person, remember that every one has a story. Everyone has gone through something that has changed them.

  
  

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