Healers Words
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. John Steinbeck
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. John Steinbeck
If the to man as it is: infinite. William Blake
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness. Samuel Beckett
I didn’t come this far, to only come this far.
One day or day one. You decide.
Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. Oscar Wilde
Don’t let what you cannot do. John Wooden
Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later. Og Mandino
There is nothing noble in being superior to your former self. Ernest Hemingway
Every new level of your life will demand a different you.