Accept whatever comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny, for what could more aptly fit your needs? Marcus Aurelius (via emotional-algebra)
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As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better. Steve Maraboli
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Accept whatever comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny, for what could more aptly fit your needs? Marcus Aurelius
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When I first met him, I knew in a moment I would have to spend the next few days re-arranging my mind so there’d be room for him to stay. Brian Andreas, Story People
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I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being. Anna Kamienska, from “A Nest of Quiet,” trans. Clare Cavanagh
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Some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense. Louise Erdrich
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You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars. Anais Nin
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Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you. Iain Thomas
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Instead of lamenting your fate, create your world. Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan
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Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? Haruki Murakami
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