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The ones who complain and talk the most about giving away Medicine Secrets, are always those who know the least. — Frank Fools Crow

Love yourself.
Love your soul and let go of the past.
Past pain is keeping you in pain.
You don't have to deteriorate. — Harbhajan Singh Yogi

Everything that God gives to us is to be used for the establishing of His Kingdom here on earth. — Sunday Adelaja

Something you have to say to me, my pretty little bad boy?" Genesis said softly, walking over to stand so close to Curtis he could feel Genesis' heart beating. Curtis chuckled. "Why do you keep calling me a bad boy? You know I'm not." "My brother told me what you did in the parking lot, how you took your cue from Ruxs." Genesis held Curtis' injured arm like it was newborn baby. "I think it's amazing." Curtis blushed terribly. "It was nothing." "If you say so. But I find it very, very attractive." Genesis' voice had gotten even deeper, sexier. "All that toughness, wrapped up in such a pretty package." Curtis — A.E. Via

There was present that night at Henley's, by right of propinquity or of accident, a man full of the secret spite of dullness, who interrupted from time to time and always to check or disorder thought; — W.B.Yeats

Degrade him from what position? As a happy, hard-working, goods-consuming citizen he's perfect. Of course, if you choose some other standard than ours, then perhaps you might say he was degraded. But you've got to stick to one set of postulates. You can't play Electro-magnetic Golf according to rules of Centrifugal Bumble-puppy. — Aldous Huxley

I find myself, at this time in my life, no less challenged, no less plagued, no less intrigued by what I still don't know. — Sidney Poitier

I cannot say that I don't disagree with you. — Groucho Marx

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape. — Harper Lee