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Under the bludgeonings of chance. My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of… Read more
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You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the… Read more
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In tennis, like in life, discipline is also a talent. And so is patience.
Yes, talent matters. I’m not going to stand here and tell you it doesn’t. But talent has a broad definition. Most of the time, it’s not about having a gift. It’s about having grit. In… Read more
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When you arise in the morning, think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love. Do not waste what remains of your life in speculating about others, unless… Read more
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I would have told her to hold on,
A favourite interviewee was clearly Alice Walker, “one of the fundamental visionaries of our time”, whose writing “remains languid and effortlessly graceful, and has not lost its enormous power to prod at the sorest, most… Read more
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Even if you’re shooting for the stars, you’re going to spend most of your time on a plateau.
The most important lessons here — especially for young people — is that even if you’re shooting for the stars, you’re going to spend most of your time on a plateau. That’s where the deepest,… Read more
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Come, friend—why waste on morrow’s grief our cheer?
ای دوست بیا تا غمِ فردا نخوریم وین یک دمِ عمر را غنیمت شمریم فردا که ازین دیرِ فنا درگذریم با هفتهزارسالگان سربهسریم خیام Come, friend—why waste on morrow’s grief our cheer? This breath alone… Read more
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Only the shell that held contentment deep Was graced with pearls the restless never keep
بند بگسل باش آزاد ای پسر چند باشی بند سیم و بند زر گر بریزی بحر را در کوزهای چند گنجد قسمت یک روزهای کوزه چشم حریصان پر نشد تا صدف قانع نشد پر د’ر… Read more
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The perfection of my company had an effect on me
گلی خوشبوی در حمام روزی رسید از دست محبوبی به دستم بدو گفتم که مشکی یا عبیری که از بوی دلاویز تو مستم؟ بگفتا من گلی ناچیز بودم ولیکن مدّتی با گُل نشستم کمال همنشین… Read more
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May your days be like Nowruz, bright and clear.
همه ساله بخت تو پیروز باد همه روزگار تو نوروز باد فردوسی May your fortune prevail through each passing year, May your days be like Nowruz, bright and clear. Ferdowsi Read more