When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time. - Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life (via rainydaysandblankets)

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I’ve noticed something about people who make a difference in the world: They hold the unshakable conviction that individuals are extremely important, that every life matters. They get excited over one smile. They are willing to feed one stomach, educate one mind, and treat one wound. They aren’t determined to revolutionize the world all at once; they’re satisfied with small changes. Over time, though, the small changes add up. Sometimes they even transform cities and nations, and yes, the world. - Beth Clark, Kisses from Katie (via rainydaysandblankets)

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the fine print of caged dreams: Ye be warned, I’m about to vent. 1. I know I’m graduating. I get it,...

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Ye be warned, I’m about to vent.

1. I know I’m graduating. I get it, I’m getting old, I’m moving on in life. I’ll meet new friends and I’ll change into a hopefully better person. But I get this premonition lately that because I’m graduating, I’m becoming less important to people. Like…

None of us can take back what we’ve done in the past, the most meaningful apology is how you live the rest of your life. - Penny Beernsten (via clunar)

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Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.

Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.

Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.

Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.

Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.

Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.

And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.

-  Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via claveles)

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