Go and wake up your luck.
Better to have friends in the marketplace than money in your coffers.
Keep your sickness until Friday and don't fast.
The dog wags his tail, not for you, but for your bread.
You don't go into a tavern to say your prayers.
Do not walk into a snake pit with your eyes open.
Compare your griefs with other men's and they will seem less.
Feed the raven and he'll peck out your eyes.
If you can't bite, don't show your teeth.
If you want to marry wisely, marry your equal.
If your friend is honey, don't lick him thoroughly.
When a thief kisses you, count your teeth.
And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own roof, with your family surrounding you, full of the knowledge that you have lived as thoroughly as you wanted to.
I have carried that ring every moment of the last twelve years. I bought it the day after I first saw you at the ball. The ruby reminded me of the rose gleaming in your black hair." ~Lord Malcom Ashford
So dry your tears. Fortune has not yet turned her hatred against all your blessings. The storm has not yet broken upon you with too much violence. Your anchors are holding firm and they permit you both comfort in the present, and hope in the future.
Explore. Train your conscious mind and your subconscious mind to start working for you by getting those great powers to move in a new direction. Start creating your own good luck today.
If all you are doing is spending time with the struggling members of your church and you are not building proactively into your church's culture, and you are being shortsighted and limiting the effectiveness of your ministry.
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They had fallen into that instant, easy friendship which feels as though it had begun before any of your memories and will last until you are so old that the humped veins on the back of your hands show dark blue-purple through your wax-white skin.
It's not the substance of what you make known to me that's beautiful; it's the opening of your heart. It is the 'yes' in your heart to be mine. The fact that you are revealing the secrets and letting me peer into your heart--that is in itself the bea...
