If We Don't Face Our Fears, Our

Love Is Just A Word Until Someone Comes Along And Gives It Meaning. Dream Is Also Just A Word Until You Decide To Fight For It With All Your Enthusiasm And Commitment

Take These," Said The Old Man, Holding Out A White Stone And A Black Stone That Had Been Embedded At The Center Of The Breastplate. "they Are Called Urim And Thummim. The Black Signifies 'yes,' And The White 'no.' When You Are Unable To Read The Omens, They Will Help You To Do So. Always Ask An Objective Question.

Why Don’t People’s Hearts Tell Them To Continue Following Their Dreams?” The Boy Asked The Alchemist. “because That’s What Makes A Heart Suffer Most, And Hearts Don’t Like To Suffer." From Then On, The Boy Understood His Heart. He Asked It, Please, Never To Stop Speaking To Him. He Asked That, When He Wandered Far From His Dreams, His Heart Press Him And Sound The Alarm. The Boy Swore That, Every Time He Heard The Alarm, He Would Heed Its Message.

The Light Of Love Flows Out Of My Soul, But It Can Go Nowhere Because It's Blocked By Pain. I Could Inhale And Exhale Every Morning For The Rest Of My Life, But That Wouldn't Solve Anything.

There Is Only One Difference Between Teacher And Disciple: The Former Is Slightly Less Afraid Than The Latter.” ~deidre O’neill, Known As Edde (p. 213)