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The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled. Plutarch
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All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. Anatole France
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Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
-Anais Nin
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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