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My skull, my eyes, my nose three times, my jaw, my shoulder, my chest, two fingers, a knee, everything from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Listing what body parts he has broken

Ciara

I believe 2016 is the Year of the Woman and now more than ever, it is our time to accomplish anything and everything.

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Being beautiful is all in the attitude, it's about confidence.

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Don't limit yourself because you are a woman because you can do exactly the same that a guy could do.

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Remind yourself that when things don't go right, everything will be OK. And if you think that, then everything will be.

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I think it takes a lot of confidence to be comfortable in being vulnerable.

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Cute accessories always help bring out your outfit and pull it all together.

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My skull, my eyes, my nose three times, my jaw, my shoulder, my chest, two fingers, a knee, everything from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Listing what body parts he has broken

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Donald O. Clifton

If your senses are numbed with delusion and denial, you will stop looking for these true strengths and wind up living a second-rate version of someone's life rather than a worldclass version of your own

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James Nesbitt

It's ridiculous, but it's horrible going bald. Anyone who says it isn't is lying.

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Virginia Woolf

Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly together) in idiot games, until it seemed as if the universe were battling and tumbling, in brute confusion and wanton lust aimlessly by itself.

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Haroon Moghul

The one thing that's missing from the 9
11 Memorial & Museum, and I don't imagine we'll see it any time soon, is that there's no memorial to the hundreds of thousands of Iraqis who died because of how the memory of 9
11 was used. Memory is a very interesting thing. We very selectively curate our story and then stop when it begins to tell other people's stories and forces us to accept some kind of culpability. One reason I write is that there's not enough Muslims writing, Pakistanis writing, not enough people of faith writing about the complexities of our experiences.

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