“A great master does not move his puppet if there is no reason to do so.”

—Bunraku instruction manual, quoted in A. C. Scott’s The Puppet Theatre of Japan

http://www.aaronshep.com/author/quotes.html

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“Because to take away a man’s freedom of choice, even his freedom to make the wrong choice, is to manipulate him as though he were a puppet and not a person.”

― Madeleine L’Engle

 

 

Age is no guarantee of maturity.

Lawana Blackwell

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THE MATURITY PRAYER

God, Grant me the maturity
to accept what I’m feeling
and the courage to correct
the actions that I took
that made me feel this way.             Dallas  B.

http://www.erikbohlin.net/Handouts/Recovery_sayings.htm

An addict has an uncanny sense of being able to be grandiose and have low self esteem at the same time.

http://www.erikbohlin.net/Handouts/Recovery_sayings.htm

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All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation. – W.H. Auden

“Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold, but so does a hard-boiled egg.”

http://www.everythingeggs.ca/2009/07/egg-quotes-and-proverbs/

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We can see a thousand miracles around us every day.

What is more supernatural than an egg yolk turning into a chicken?”


 S. Parkes Cadman

We cannot escape fear. We can only transform it into a companion that accompanies us on all our exciting adventures.

( Maddy and Jim heading to the Illawarra to buy a new car. )

Susan Jeffers

http://www.help-for.com/quotes.htm

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Corrie Ten Boom

Worry is a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a centre of fear.

 

 

dive into your inner wisdom, and uncover what’s already under your nose.

 

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Though everyone in town was safe, the beaches were gone . . . all covered by the cool green Flood, which almost paralyzed her with its beauty, its clarity . . . for “days” she could watch nothing else, while all around her the town adjusted to its new shoreline and life went on. Late at “night” she went out on her deck and stood just above the surf, looking toward a horizon she couldn’t see, as if into a wind that might really be her own passage, destination unknown, and heard a voice, singing across the Flood, this wonderful song, the kind you heard stoned over at some stranger’s place one night and never found again, telling of the divers, who would come, not now but soon, and descend into the Flood and bring back up for us “whatever has been taken,” the voice promised, “whatever has been lost.”

–Vineland