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Cross It Quotes

It is not good to cross the bridge before you get to it Picture Quote #1

The cross cannot be defeated for it is defeat Picture Quote #1

If you bear the cross gladly, it will bear you Picture Quote #1

Worrying makes you cross the bridge before you come to it Picture Quote #1

It is the nature of stars to cross Picture Quote #1

When you cross the finish line, it will change your life forever Picture Quote #1

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Then, cutting across it all like a stick through the sand, a child's voice wailed, an acute, high - pitched sound, such as a small animal makes when, out of sheer boredom, you break its leg Picture Quote #1

I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This chalice, subtly shaped by some divine intelligence to allow water to flow in and out with ease, is what I aspire to become: a vessel through which feelings can pour in and spill right out again, without all the grasping and holding that obstructs the flow. Can I be as serene and simple as this bleached shell, rubbed smooth by wind and water, receiving and releasing, filling and emptying and filling again, eternally receptive to the currents of life? Picture Quote #1

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It is not good to cross the bridge before you get to it (Cross It Quotes) The cross cannot be defeated for it is defeat (Cross It Quotes) If you bear the cross gladly, it will bear you (Cross It Quotes) Worrying makes you cross the bridge before you come to it (Cross It Quotes) It is the nature of stars to cross (Cross It Quotes) When you cross the finish line, it will change your life forever (Cross It Quotes) Then, cutting across it all like a stick through the sand, a child's voice wailed, an acute, high - pitched sound, such as a small animal makes when, out of sheer boredom, you break its leg (Cross It Quotes) I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This chalice, subtly shaped by some divine intelligence to allow water to flow in and out with ease, is what I aspire to become: a vessel through which feelings can pour in and spill right out again, without all the grasping and holding that obstructs the flow. Can I be as serene and simple as this bleached shell, rubbed smooth by wind and water, receiving and releasing, filling and emptying and filling again, eternally receptive to the currents of life? (Cross It Quotes)