Just love yourself and you're set...

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Don’t hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you’re set.
Lady Gaga




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Here’s the truth about the truth: it often hurts so we lie.
Grey’s Anatomy




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I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
Haruki Murakami




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Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something,
loves something, and has lost something.
H. Jackson Brown Jr.




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Be crazy! But learn how to be crazy without being the center of attention.
Be brave enough to live different.
Paulo Coelho




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Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved.
Soren Kierkegaard




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It is impossible to live without failing at something,
unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have live at all,
in which case, you fail by default.
J.K. Rowling




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I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone.
You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
Olivia Wilde




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Life is too brief a journey to be scared of taking risks,
especially the ones that have the chance of making you happy.
Donna Schoenrock




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And I have come to realize that he's just a guy, a special one maybe,
but he's not mine. And I don't need to do things to make him love me.
If he wanted to, he would.
Unknown




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It’s just something that happens as you grow up.
You realize it’s less important to have more friends
and it’s more important to have real ones.
Laguna Beach




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You will see a lot of things, but they will mean nothing to you
if you lose sight of the things you love.
At First Sight




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It was strange, really. A couple months ago,
I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.
Gabrielle Zevin




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I need a man who cares enough to explode when he thinks he’s gonna lose me.
Desperate Housewives




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Don’t ever worry about things that don’t worry about you.
Wiz Khalifa




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I used to think Romeo and Juliet was the greatest love story ever written.
But now I know. Oh, Romeo certainly thinks he loves his Juliet.
Driven by hormones, he unquestionably lusts for her.
But if he loves her, it is a shallow love. Soon after meeting her for the first time,
he realizes he forgot to ask her for her name. In the end,
he finds no comfort in living out the remainder of his life within the paradigm
of his love, at least keeping alive the memory of what they had briefly shared.
Nor does he seek the reason for her lifelike appearance in death.
Does he hold her in his arms one last time and feel the warmth of her blood
still coursing through her veins? Does he pinch her to see if she might awaken?
Does he hold a mirror to her nose to see if her breath fogs it? No.
His alleged love is so superficial and so selfish that he seeks to escape the pain
of loss by taking his own life. That’s not love, but infatuation.
Had they wed―Juliet bearing many children, bonding, growing together,
the masks of the star-struck teens they once were long ago cast away,
basking in the love born of a lifetime together―and she died of natural causes,
would Romeo have been so moved to take his own life, or
would he have grieved properly for her loss and not just his own?
J. Conrad Guest