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When I look back at the past, I think how much time has been wasted, how much time was wasted in delusions, in mistakes, in idleness, in the inability to live; how I did not value it, how many times I sinned against my heart and spirit, so my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every minute could be a century of happiness.
Life - even with its inevitable trauma, pain, suffering and death - is a gift. A gift we neglect when we make ourselves prisoners of our fears, wounds, pain, shame, feelings of superiority or inferiority, our need for power and control. To exalt the gift of life means to find this gift in everything that happens around us, even in the most difficult moments, even when we are not sure that we can survive. We just need to glorify life - that's all. Live with joy, love and passion.
Faith is a gift of God, not everyone is given, but very smart people get it ten times more difficult.
Loving another is a gift. And when you find love, you must hold on tight to it for as long as you can, regardless of the consequences. Because it can be taken away from you in an instant.
Quote in English
Quote Explanation: Translation by Vasily Gorchakov.
The gift of life has been returned, for now.
The ability to forgive is not a weakness, it is a gift from God!
What is life? The silent theater of Chinese shadows, the chain of dreams, the crook's shop? Or is the gift of unrequited love all that is meant for me? What about happiness? What is happiness? Ungrateful, you are alive, you cry, you love, you tear and fall, and this is not enough for you? So little?! Ah, so, yes? And there is nothing else.
He penetrated into the art of loud phrases without meaning.
For the most part, we live life as if we have all the time in the universe at our disposal. We reject our passions, postpone our dreams. But life is a fragile and tender gift, and you need to live it now. None of us knows how many tomorrows are allotted to us.
Yes, you're right, you're crazy. You have a gift - to teach. And this is not in spite of the syndrome, but thanks to it.
The ability to think is a wonderful gift. But the ability not to think is an even greater gift.
Mastering the skill is not enough - it must be given to people by all means.
I understood: my gift is not my gift. My hands are His hands. “How so? How so? " - I asked, and He sent me the book of the prophet Jeremiah through Benedictine. In that book I read: “I have put My words in your mouth. Before you left the womb, I sanctified you. "
Every creator loves his creation.
