If you and I are one, than how is being true to yourself the most important thing? Unless you are true to all.
Why is it that your love cannot cure another?
Love is the cure, but a reverence for your own self is what will save you.
There is nothing more worthwhile than loving another.
There is nothing more wonderful than being honored for your love.
There is nothing more painful than realizing that you have hurt someone else.
There is no pain more exquisite than when love walks out your door.
You have loved, have you not? Then count yourself among the fortunate.
Don't cry, you'll waste precious water.
Honor the fortune and it will find you again.
Fortune doesn't waste its time looking for those who hide from it.
Like begets like.
Don't take it all so personally.
When someone turns their back on you it has nothing to do with you not being wonderful.
You always were, always are and always will be wonderful.
Even the earth has seasons, so why shouldn't love?
Love, like life, blossoms and grows.
Life, like love, eventually ends.
Don't stand there, crying.
Get on with the dying.
And one day, rise again.
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