Based on a string of bad breakups, I was forced to examine my choice of partners. Surely, that … - Leo Buscaglia

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To have our needs met, to love, to be loved, to feel safe in this world and to each know our purpose, is a simple matter of creating those blessings for others.

Leo Buscaglia

Based on a string of bad breakups, I was forced to examine my choice of partners. Surely, that must have abolished me from any wrongdoing.

Breakup, Choices, Partners, Abolished, Wrongdoing, String

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Change. It has the power to uplift, to heal, to stimulate, surprise, open new doors, bring fresh experience and create excitement in life. Certainly it is worth the risk.

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There are two big forces at work, external and internal. We have very little control over external forces such as tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, disasters, illness and pain. What really matters is the internal force. How do I respond to those disasters? Over that I have complete control.

Gratitude, Internal, Matters, Pain, Positive, Tornadoes

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

Arms, Holding, Left, Love, Positivity, Romantic

Love can never grow old. Looks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Love, Summer, Heart, Lose, Frost

We are not for everyone and everyone is not for us. The question is, 'If we cannot be with another, can we at least not hurt them? Can we, at least, find a way to coexist?'

Hurt, Way, Coexist, Question, Everyone

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