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No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. — William Blake

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Anonymous, autonomous
Will likely get the best of us yet
Before you disappear
If you can lend me half an ear Ill regret

If I treat you like a number
Its because I cant remember your name
So have another cigarette
And help me to forget what I came

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast and fly too high

On dark and lonely nights Im only
Right when things are bright on the floor
Dancing and romancing
Gallivanting with a handsome I score

And if you dont believe me, you should
See me when Im ready to roar
Cause Ill lose my concentration
With a new infatuation, Im sure

You run too fast, fly too high
You run too fast, fly too high
We got no past, no goodbye
You run to fast and you fly too high

Would you believe
I was once gonna be somebody? Yeah
I packed up my bags and I
Took what I had to the city, yeah yeah

Man, I was rough
To find the best I could be
Waiting for the limit
On a color TV

Now Ive made it this far
Got a room on the park and a view
And you
Fly too high

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast, fly too high
We got no past, no goodbye
Run to fast and you fly too

Hanging around on the infield, what do you steal
But another feel at the top?
Making believe in the long run, when a shotgun
Is the way to get out of the shop

Hang tail in a new jail, you can go bail
You can dance until you drop
Cause theres no fool like an old fool in a new school
You just cant stop

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast, fly too high
Got no past, no goodbye
Run to fast and you fly too


Read more: Janis Ian – Fly Too High Lyrics | MetroLyrics

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

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“He realised at once that a mistake had been made: he had been sent the wrong hangover. Somewhere in northern Rhodesia there was a bull elephant who had got drunk on fermented marula fruit, rampaged through a nearby village, and fallen asleep in a ditch, and was now pleasantly surprised to find itself greeting the day with only the mild headache that follows a couple of bottles of good red wine… Perhaps if he got in touch with the relevant authorities he could get this unfortunate little mix-up corrected, but he would have to do so without moving his head or opening his eyes. Otherwise he would die from the pain.”

― Ned Beauman, The Teleportation Accident

For you know that I myself am a labyrinth, where one easily gets lost.”

― Charles Perrault

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But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

William Shakespeare

Bloom where you are planted.

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“All procrastinators put off things they have to do. Structured procrastination is the art of making this negative trait work for you. The key idea is that procrastinating does not mean doing absolutely nothing. Procrastinators seldom do absolutely nothing; they do marginally useful things, such as gardening or sharpening pencils or making a diagram of how they will reorganize their files when they get around to it. Why does the procrastinator do these things? Because they are a way of not doing something more important. If all the procrastinator had left to do was to sharpen some pencils, no force on earth could get him to do it. The procrastinator can be motivated to do difficult, timely, and important tasks, however, as long as these tasks are a way of not doing something more important.”
― John Perry, The Art of Procrastination: A Guide to Effective Dawdling, Lollygagging and Postponing

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive.

– Buddha

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“Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely. Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God’s love encompasses us completely. … He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken.”
― Dieter F. Uchtdorf