Inspriration from all walks of life
The best way to say, 'I love you, God,' is to live your life doing your best. The best way to say, 'Thank you, God,' is by letting go of the past and living in the present moment, right here and now.
Don Miguel Ruiz
Mexican Author, Shaman and Teacher
Wise people learn lessons from other people's mistakes.
Smart people learn lessons by not repeating the same mistake twice.
Stupid people learn lessons by making the same mistake over and over again until could not afford the consequence.
However from stupid to wise, just a slight change of your own mindset.
Johnny G
American Author
Right from the moment of our birth, we are under the care and kindness of our parents, and then later on in our life when we are oppressed by sickness and become old, we are again dependent on the kindness of others. Since at the beginning and end of our lives we are so dependent on other's kindness, how can it be in the middle that we would neglect kindness towards others?
Tenzin Gyatso
14th Dalai Lama
好的道歉，要先讓雙方地位「打平」，再把是否「寬恕」的權力，交給受害者
成功的道歉，關鍵在於加害者必須將自己轉換成受害者，讓受害的一方感到你也受到同等程度的傷害。
只要在第一時間表示「誠心」的道歉，通常可以避免傷害繼續擴大。
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You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.
Buckminster Fuller, 1895-1983
American Visionary, Architect and Poet
God hath not promised
Skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives through;
God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labour,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.
Annie Johnson Flint, 1866-1932
American Teacher and Poet
要知道， 【敵人、仇人】…
都可以 【激發】你的 【潛能】，成為你的【貴人】。
要知道，許多怨仇、不平，其實問題都出在你自己。
更要知道，這世間最好的 『報復』，就是運用那股不平之氣，使自己邁向成功，以那成功和 【成功之後的胸懷】，
對待你當年的敵人，且把敵人變成朋友。
當 『冤冤相報何時了』的 【雙輸】 ，
能成為 【相逢一笑泯恩仇】的 【雙贏】 。
不是人生最大的成功嗎？
是不是：如果你是正確的，你的世界就是正確的？
I am part of the fellowship of unashamed, I have the Holy Spirit's power.The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of Jesus. I don't look back, let up. slow down, back away, or be still.
My past is redeemed; my present makes sense, my future secure. I'm finished and done with low living, small plannings, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized , praised, regarded or rewarded. I know life by faith, lean on Jesus' presence, walk by patience, am uplifed by prayer, and I labor with power.
My force is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way rough, my compainons few, my guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be brought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up and preached for the cause of Christ, I am a dcisciple of Jesus. I must go until he comes , give utill I drop,, preach utill all know and work utill he stops me. And when he comes for his own, he will have no problem recognizing me..... My banner will be clear.
This is an Easter Person
The words of a young catholic from Zimbabwe.
有一位青年，老是埋怨自己時運不濟，發不了財，終日愁眉不展。這一天，走過來一個鬚髮皆白的老人，問：「年輕人，為什麼不快樂？」
「我不明白，為什麼我總是這麼窮。」
「窮？你很富有嘛！」老人由衷地說。
「這從何說起？」年輕人不解。
老人反問道：「假如現在斬掉你一個手指頭，給你1千元，你幹不幹？」
「不幹。」年輕人回答。
「假如砍掉你一隻手，給你1萬元，你幹不幹？」
「不幹。」
「假如使你雙眼都瞎掉，給你10萬元，你幹不幹？」
「不幹。」
「假如讓你馬上變成80歲的老人，給你100萬，你幹不幹？」
「不幹。」
「假如讓你馬上死掉，給你1000萬，你幹不幹？」
「不幹。」
「這就對了，你已經擁有超過1000萬的財富，為什麼還哀歎己貧窮呢？」老人笑吟吟地問道。
青年愕然無言，突然什麼都明白了。
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and You its only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes
The Rose.