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Do you believe that we can save humanity and influence the fate of people? I believe that we can make our world a little more beautiful, a little better, a little more harmonious, fuller, more comfortable, and as a result, this drop will be part of the ocean. I believe that by creating, we are already creating and do not let this living organism dry up from thirst. If you want to make the whole world happy - start with yourself. Create your own world, fill it with meaning, make yourself and your loved ones happy, learn to take care and give joy to others. Love a little more every day and don't expect anything in return. Dream boldly. Dream big. Believe in miracles. And thank you.

Miracles do not run out if you choose your own sun every day.

He might as well have stayed in New York. All of these were establishments for tourists, for people who were looking for inner peace or truth that eluded them. Strange shook his head. This was not the needle he was looking for in the haystack.

Joy. After all, it is in simplicity, in the ability to notice daily miracles, to love, to thank from the bottom of my heart and to be happy with what you have.

Inside every woman lives a little girl who never changes. She believes in fairy tales and miracles from the most naive films, and, resting her nose and palms against the solid glass shutter that separates her from the real world, peers into a dream, looks for signs of that very infinitely deep love that makes her fingers tremble and thin lines of fate sweat. And not a single hug that once betrayed will be able to displace hope, no matter how the heart of an adult and stupid woman splits into random fragments, a little girl will find each, painstakingly collect piece by piece and connect all the rough and uneven edges so that the heart beats again in the usual rhythm.

For those who have overcome themselves, any miracle is accomplished.

She has blue eyes and a scarlet mouth.

Wizards can perform miracles when they catch the thread that connects two seemingly unrelated phenomena. For everyone else, these phenomena remain separate, alien to each other, but the wise pull weightless threads of interconnections out of the void, and then a miracle happens.

The reason why people don't grow up is the belief in miracles.

In the summer I want love. To the fingertips and languid dizziness. In other seasons, of course, too, but on hot days there is some special need for tenderness, long barefoot walks along the beach in soft flowing dresses, just like in the most reverent films. In summer, it is easier and more pleasant to be a woman, exposing her knees and collarbones out of necessity, and not out of looseness. Dream. Read novels. Drink ice water, dropping random drops on your chest. To believe in princes and the most unexpected miracles that are simply bound to happen on hot evenings under the pastel colors of thick sunsets. These months pass so quickly that there is nothing wrong with escaping for a little while to your own private kingdom of dreams.

Faith works miracles, the one who believes, who honestly and courageously follows the path indicated to him by his conscience, he will win.

Nyusha: - You don’t understand anything ... This is some kind of miracle - a real feeling between two iron creatures that are never destined to meet! ... And every night she looks into the sky to see her distant betrothed for at least a minute ...

- Richard Gere rolls, sticking out of a limousine to make an honest woman out of a prostitute! And he has British and German passports sticking out of his pocket! - yet jokes seasoned with anger are the funniest.

We ourselves create miracles.