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“This is how [the] sport has contributed to my personality, toughness and discipline. I have a plan, and I work on it. I was going to add [the] before the word sport since I thought was either a typo or a problem translating what she said, but then I thought it made sense without it too , so I left it as is. Just know that that's not a typo on my part.”
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“All stories are lies, but good stories are lies made of light and fire. They lift our hearts out of the dust and out of the grave.”
Source : "Lucifer Book Five".
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“Our nature is to worship, but unless that element is directed towards God it becomes "a senseless impersonal force, carrying us away in its momentum. It becomes a search for ecstasy - no matter what kind achieved through destruction...The worshipful integraton of nature in the person is inverted in a hellish imprisonment of the individual in nature."”
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“See all women as mothers, serve them as your mother. When you see the entire world as the mother, the ego falls away.”
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“It is better we disintegrate in peace and not in pieces.”
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“If God is your world, what have you to fear?”
Source : Emma Curtis Hopkins (2012). “Scientific Christian Mental Practice”, p.174, Jazzybee Verlag
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“To stay balanced, I exercise by walking and taking private Pilates lessons and salsa dance lessons. I also meditate and spend quality time with my kids by baking or doing crafts, hiking, going to the theater and movies.”
Source : "Actor Andrea Navedo – Overcoming a tough upbringing and staying healthy and balanced". Interview with Robert Piper, www.marandapleasantmedia.com. 
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“This, then, is the ultimate, that is only, consolation: simply that someone shares some of your own feelings and has made of these a work of art which you have the insight, sensitivity, and — like it or not — peculiar set of experiences to appreciate. Amazing thing to say, the consolation of horror in art is that it actually intensifies our panic, loudens it on the sounding-board of our horror-hollowed hearts, turns terror up full blast, all the while reaching for that perfect and deafening amplitude at which we may dance to the bizarre music of our own misery.”
