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I love pain. Love pain.
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Art photography, although long since legitimized by all the conventional discourses of fine art, seems destined perpetually to recapitulate all the rituals of the arriviste. Inasmuch as one of those rituals consists of the establishment of suitable ancestry, a search for distinguished bloodlines, it inevitably happens that photographic history and criticism are more concern with notions of tradition and continuity than with those of rupture and change.
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I cry out from the ashes, burned with sin and shame. I ask you Lord to make me whole again.
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See that your children are properly educated in the rudiments of their mother tongue, and then let them proceed to higher branches of learning..
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Any opportunity to serve in the Church is a blessing.
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The bеѕt wау tо predict уоur future іѕ tо create it.
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Call it not paranoia, but caution.
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You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?
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Self-absorption is always a temptation to young people, and if their religion is of a sort to add to this self-absorption, I feel that it is a serious mistake. If I had my way, the whole subject of feelings and emotions in the religious life would be absolutely ignored. Feelings there will be, doubtless, but they must not be in the least depended on, nor in any sense taken as the test or gauge of one's religion. They ought to be left out of the calculation entirely. You may feel good or you may feel bad, but neither the good feeling nor the bad feeling affects the real thing.
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But I do enjoy words—some words for their own sake! Words like river, and dawn, and daylight, and time. These words seem much richer than our experiences of the things they represent—
