I like attention. By that I do not mean that I want to be the centre of attention at a party. Or that I want everyone to look and listen to me all the time. No. By that I mean that I like to know that people care enough about me to give me their time. But when this happens there is also a problem. I get attached. And I get attached quickly.

When someone spends time talking to me I start to get attached. This means that if we start talking and we get on together then I will more than likely want to speak to you all the time. And when you decide that you’re done talking to me I will find it difficult to let go. This becomes a problem when people decide that they no longer want me in their life. When you have people in your life that decide, one day, to let you go without so much as an explanation it is possibly the worst thing. Well it is for me.

This has happened a lot over the years. There are people that I thought I would be friends with forever and now they don’t talk to me at all. As in I never hear from them. I have finally learned to let people go but it is not an easy thing for me to do. If I get attached to you then I need you to tell me to back off. In a nice way. I need you to tell me that you no longer want to speak to me. And I need you to tell me what the problem is.

I don’t have very many friends that I can talk to so that means I tend to latch onto people. It means that I form attachments very quickly when I think that someone could become a good friend. I will either get attached very quickly or not get attached at all. There are very few times when I will actually be in the middle.

Forming such quick attachments to people is something that I am working on. I really am trying to stop getting attached so quickly but unfortunately that is not something that I can really control.

Do you get attached to people quickly? Can you share any tips with me on how to stop? Let me know in the comments below!

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The Immortality Trigger by Douglas Misquita

~ The Immortality Trigger by Douglas Misquita ~
a Luc Fortesque adventure thriller
Allied paratroopers raid a secret Nazi research facility. The operation is reported as a success. But, the lone survivor, Benjamin Ezra, knows otherwise. 
A drug lord, El Fantasma threatens to plunge Colombia into an era of bloody drug wars. DEA Country Attaché, Zachary Mason is in charge of a covert operation to remove El Fantasma, with the help of a vigilante, El Angel, and a retired undercover agent, Raymond Garrett. 

In Naples, INTERPOL agent, Sabina Wytchoff, is investigating the death of her parents, when the Wytchoff family’s association with an ancient cabal comes under investigation. 
After the events of The Apocalypse Trigger, Luc Fortesque, is scouring the world for the man who tested experimental drugs on him. 

Wei Ling works for a shadow Transhumanist faction within China’s State Council, developing drugs that will enhance human longevity. 
Their paths will converge… violently… and conclude the mission that began in 1945.
The Immortality
Trigger is also available at all leading eBook retailers

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“…with a
storyteller of Misquita’s caliber, you just may need Dramamine before the first
chapter is done.”
“For fans of the
fast-paced and modern tale with global reach that dabbles in history, this is a
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“The Immortality Trigger cemented in my mind why
Douglas Misquita is my favourite Indian thriller author.”
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Douglas Misquita is an action-adventure thriller writer from Mumbai, India. He hammered out his first novel on the keyboard of a laptop with half-a-working-screen, and has been churning out literary entertainment to the tune of a book-a-year. His books have been praised for their pace, locales, intertwined plots, research and visuals – it’s almost like watching a movie… only, this one unfolds across the pages of a book! 
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SINS OF THE FATHER by Sunanda J Chatterjee


Sins of The Father
Sunanda Chatterjee 

Police Officer Harrison McNamara grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. The former Wellington Estates heir has dedicated his life to taking criminals off the streets. But when he goes undercover to expose a blackmailing scheme, he meets a freelance model who may hold a key to his past.
For psychologist Laura Carson, freelancing as a model is the perfect bridge until she can set up her practice. But her modeling agency isn’t what she expected. Encountering the enigmatic undercover cop might be everything she’s ever wanted—and everything she must avoid.
As Laura and Harrison grow closer, their past threatens to destroy them. Trapped in an unending cycle of guilt and blame, can they find a way to bury the sins of the past for a future of redemption and love? 
Book 1 of the Wellington Estates Series, Sins of the Father is a stand-alone romantic saga.


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AT THE END of class, Laura Carson assigned the reading for her Child Psychology seminar, snatched her embroidered tote bag from the desk drawer, and waited for her students to leave the classroom. Some students hurried out, others sauntered in twos and threes, laughing over some inside joke and planning their lunch. Once everyone had left, Laura turned off the lights and hurried down the hallway. Her wristwatch read 12:05. If she grabbed a quick sandwich, she’d be on time for the photoshoot. Laura pushed open the exit door of the building as blinding light from the late California summer assaulted her eyes. She shoved her hand into her tote bag for her sunglasses and stepped into the sunny, brick-lined walkway. Students thronged the campus at lunchtime like a wolf-pack on a hunt. Just as she let the door close behind her, someone crashed into her. She winced in the bright sunlight and said, “Watch where you’re going, dude!” Clutching her shoulder, she stared in dismay at the contents of her bag now scattered on the ground. Great! Now she’d be late. She cursed under her breath. She looked up to glare at the clumsy clod who had bumped into her. But she stood transfixed, mesmerized by the hazel eyes of a man built like Hercules. Hazel with green speckles. In his button-down shirt tucked into pleated khakis, he didn’t look like he belonged on a college campus. This Adonis should be in Hollywood. He apologized and bent down to pick up her things. Their hands brushed, and a shiver ran down her spine as he glanced at her paper: Effects of Family Reputation on the Child’s Personality. She picked up her lipstick, mints, hand lotion, sunglasses, receipts for grocery and lunches, and the usual bric-a-brac she stuffed into her tote. Her wallet lay open, a business card peeking out. The man grabbed it and frowned as he stared at the card. “Hey!” She tried to snatch it from him, but he moved his hand away with the swiftness of a fox and held it just outside her reach. “Give me that.” Still kneeling on the walkway, he hesitated, and asked, “Do you work for them?” She looked at the business card for The Angels, the modeling agency where Laura was to have a photoshoot in twenty minutes. She’d modeled for a photography class as a fun project, and Professor Warren told her she had the face of an angel. He knew people at this agency, and if she was interested in making extra money, she should give them a call. “Do you?” asked the handsome hulk, staring at the appointment time she’d scrawled on the card. He didn’t exude curiosity. The way his eyebrows knitted together, it emanated disapproving hostility. Laura was annoyed at his intrusiveness. There was nothing wrong with trying to make a bit of extra cash. Her oncologist mother could well afford to pay for her education, but Laura knew the value of money. She’d worked on campus on minimum wage with non-existent tips all through college and graduate school. She had completed her supervised hours as a therapist, and her mentor had told her she was ready to start her own practice. All she had to do was find an office space. But she enjoyed teaching undergrads in the interim, trying to psychoanalyze them when they asked questions. And the longer she delayed her jump into the life of a therapist, the more her desperation for extra cash, especially now that her roommates were ready to abandon her to move onto bigger things. Besides, her soon-to-be-ex-roommate Elena worked for The Angels and had recommended the agency. The man was waiting for her answer. She held his gaze and said, “It’s none of your business.” Laura didn’t understand the emotion in his eyes. Concern? Worry? He said, “Um…” She looked at the enchanting frown lines on his forehead. “Yes?” The urge to run her hands through his hair mortified and surprised her, as if a magnetic pull drew her to him like a moth drawn to a flame. She grabbed the last credit card lying on the ground. He used her pen to write his phone number on the back of The Angels’ card and handed it back to her, their hands touching once again, as an electric current ran up her arm, jolting her with an unfamiliar sensation. She quirked an eyebrow, still kneeling. The bricks on the walkway dug painfully into her exposed knee, and she tucked her skirt under it. “Presumptuous, aren’t we?” He put the card from The Angels inside her wallet and returned it to her. She took it from him and stuffed the credit card she’d picked up. When she looked up at him, he extended his hand, a smile playing on his lips as if he was enjoying himself, and she was surprised at his sudden change from concern to mirth. Then he spoke in a resonant baritone. “Can I have my credit card back? Or are you planning to rob me blind?” Laura flushed and stared at her wallet in dismay. She had indeed picked up his credit card. Poisonous words from her childhood stormed through her mind, piercing her heart: You’re a thief like your father. Hands shaking, she returned the card and said, “I’m not a thief!” The face of her ex-boyfriend, George, flashed in front of her eyes. But this time she actually had picked up someone else’s credit card, albeit by mistake. George’s angry yells still rang in her ears. “You’re just like your father!” Although it had happened a year ago, the raw hurt was still fresh in her heart, like a slash from a six inch blade. Why had she been foolish enough to reveal her family secret? George had told her about his arrest for driving under the influence, and she’d told him about her father. After George broke up with her, she was determined never to confide in anyone, and had started a string of meaningless dates. “Hey!” said the man in front of her, bringing her back to the present. She looked at him, anger and confusion blinding her momentarily. “I was kidding,” he said with a grin as he pocketed his card. Then he stood up, towering over her. “Can you tell me the way to Freshman English?” The brilliance of the grin dazzled her as she threw her things back into her tote bag. Warmth flooded through her as the irritation washed away like dust from her unwashed windshield after a shower, her need to make a good impression on him, intense. Her head reeled as she straightened up. “New on campus? You look a bit old for Freshman English.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Looks can be deceptive. And some of us have to work.” She wondered what he meant. Had he worked before starting college? Or was working while in college? Intrigued, she smiled and led him a few feet away to the campus map displayed on an angled stone plaque upon which stood an abandoned coffee-cup. She tossed the cup into an overfilled trashcan beside it. “English Department holds all the freshman classes in Mudd Building.” She pointed to the star. “We’re here. You take Ackerman Way down to Bolden Plaza and turn right. You’ll see Mudd Building on the left. Ask someone once you get there.” “Thanks,” he said, and flashed her a smile that enlivened his face once more. She wanted to hand him the business card of The Angels for he could well be a model himself. In a moment, he would walk away and she’d never see him again. For some reason, the thought brought an ache to her heart. On a whim, she said, “I’m Laura Carson, by the way.” She hoped he’d take the hint and introduce himself; she had squandered the opportunity to see his name on the credit card. “Harrison McNamara.” He walked away from her as she watched his receding back, his muscular, lithe frame disappearing into the crowd of students down the walkway in the dappled shade of the jacaranda trees. He was gone, but he had left her his name, like the pleasant aftertaste of chocolate that lingers long after the ice cream is finished. Behind him, the outlines of the San Gabriel Mountains of Southern California rose tall and wide, their tops covered in clouds, promising delightful mystery, inviting her to ascend into the uncertainty. Stop behaving like a teenager, Laura. You’re a therapist! Still, a smile stole on her lips. Harrison McNamara was like no one she’d dated before. George had been much older than her, and she was drawn to his success. She cooked and cleaned for him and ran errands like a housemaid, staying over at his place more often than not. Her best friend and roommate, Juhi Raina, had told her she was being foolish over someone who didn’t value her as a person, as a professional. And she was right, for George had turned out to be a judgmental prick. The lingering scent of Harrison McNamara’s aftershave knotted her stomach, reminding her of her empty life. Of late, her dates were guys she picked up from a dating site, just for an evening of fun. They’d have drinks together, and depending on whether they were gentlemen, she’d bring them back home and go on a second date. But most of her relationships ended on her doorstep at the end of her first date, with or without a goodnight kiss like the period at the end of an uninspiring sentence. But Harrison was someone she wanted to get to know better. She touched her lips, letting her feverish mind imagine his mouth on hers, and a rush of adrenaline drowned her in foolish anticipation. Her reverie was broken by a flyer that flew right into her face. It was about Kara. A few days ago, the suicide of the co-ed had shrouded the campus in confusion and sorrow. Laura had been dismayed at the news. She remembered Kara from her Intro to Psychology class as a studious, pretty girl who kept to herself. But the resilient arrogance of youth sprung back from tragedy with unnerving rapidity; after just two days of mourning, the college moved on with classes, shows, and parties, and Laura had found herself getting ready for new hope and prospects. She pulled out her phone and called Juhi, who was busy with the opening of her boutique. Juhi had worked at an upscale boutique for a few years until she started designing dresses and evening gowns in the condo. She had recently found the guts to open her own shop. Laura was both proud and envious of her courage and wished some of it had rubbed off on her. Juhi said, “Just two weeks left, Laura. You’ll come to the opening, right?” Laura remembered a weekend back in middle school when she’d promised to visit Juhi, but forgot to call and cancel when Elena showed up at her door for a school project. The next day at school, Juhi threw haughty glances her way until lunchtime, and when Laura asked her what happened, Juhi said, “Laura, you are my only real friend. But I get it. You have many friends and have every right to see them. I’m trying to deal with it. Just, do me a favor. If you make plans with me, stick to them. Because when I make plans with you, I clear my whole calendar.” Laughing at the memory, Laura cupped her hand over the phone and said, “I’ve cleared my whole calendar.” “Good!” Laura grinned, as the comfort of years of friendship enveloped her in its warmth. She may not have a boyfriend, but she had a best friend. “I might even bring a date. Juhi, I think I met the one.” Juhi laughed. “Again? Where? Who is he?” “I bumped into him.” “Bumped into a guy and have an instant crush. Can it be more cliché? And where did this happen?” Laura laughed. “On Ackerman. He was on his way to class.” “You’re a Clinical Psychologist, Laura. Since when are you interested in college kids?” Laura sighed. “Since Harrison McNamara started Freshman English.”

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Sunanda J. Chatterjee writes romantic sagas and family dramas, with empowered heroines and noble heroes, and all manner of family relationships. She loves extraordinary love stories and heartwarming tales of duty and passion. Her themes include the immigrant experience, women’s issues, and medicine.
Her books have consistently been the Top 100 bestsellers on Amazon USA and Amazon India in Asian Literature, Indian Writing, and Asian Drama categories. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies, and
She grew up in Bhilai, India and now lives in Arcadia, California with her husband and two wonderful children. When she is not by the microscope or creating imaginary worlds, she reads, sings, goes on long walks, and binge-watches old TV dramas.

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Things that keep me Inspired

Reading blogs 
Being one of the most popular answers, reading blogs really helps me find inspiration. There’s nothing better than seeing fellow bloggers doing well and producing great work, and after seeing them it makes me want to be just as successful and creative with my blog. Reading blogs not only helps me come up with ideas, but perhaps also new photo layouts or changing the layout to my posts, or even just the font.
Exploring the outside world
There’s life outside the house and exploring it allows your mind be imaginative, creative and positive. There’s so much inspiration outside, maybe it’s just on your doorstep. Go out and explore this beautiful world, come up with different ideas. Maybe take a notepad with you just incase you pick up some ideas along the way. I tend to make notes on my phone if I ever get a sudden thought or two.
Pretty sure everyone finds Pinterest useful in some way or another. It just has everything you need to find inspiration for a post. If you’re struggling with post ideas then explore through Pinterest, it works wonders. It sure has helped me with posts in the past, and I’m positive I’ll be using it plenty in the future whenever I have bloggers block.

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The Perks of Being a Wallflower

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a novel written from the point of view of a high school freshman, Charlie. The novel is structured as a series of letters that Charlie writes to an unnamed friend, and these documents chronicle Charlie’s trials, tribulations, and triumphs as he goes through his first year of high school. He begins writing soon after the suicide of his friend Michael, and he feels very alone in the world as school starts. Early in the year, Charlie meets an older student named Patrick, and Patrick introduces Charlie to his step-sister, Sam. Charlie later meets the rest of Sam and Patrick’s group of misfit friends, and the resulting sense of community enables Charlie to feel more comfortable in school. Even though he is a wallflower who mostly sits back and watches the lives around him, Charlie tries hard to participate and to be more in control of his world. Assisting Charlie on his emotional journey is his English teacher, Bill, who pays special attention to Charlie and assigns him extra books to read and papers to write for personal enrichment.

Although Charlie chronicles his adventures with his new friends in the letters, his writing also reflects the larger personal problems that he deals with everyday. Charlie constantly worries about other people and tries to determine what is going on beneath the surface of society. As the story continues, Charlie’s mental instability becomes clearer. He is obsessed with his Aunt Helen, who died on Charlie’s birthday when Charlie was a young child. Charlie feels persistent guilt about this death because Helen died while buying Charlie a second birthday present. His love for Aunt Helen is unwavering.

At different points in the story, Charlie meets people who deal with difficult personal issues: cheating, abortion, and drug use. Many of these individuals have been sexually abused, but Charlie does not react strongly to such information. It is not until the end of the novel, when Charlie is about to have sex with Sam, that Charlie realizes that Aunt Helen had sexually abused him. He begins to have a breakdown, but his friends are there to lend assistance. When Sam leaves for college soon after this revelation, Charlie’s downward spiral continues. His parents find him naked and disoriented, and he is hospitalized in due course. After undergoing several weeks of therapy, he comes to terms with the fact that his Aunt Helen had molested him every week when he was a young boy. His immense love for her led him to suppress the memories these events. Charlie closes the novel by announcing that he may no longer need to write his letters. He has started to believe that he has agency over his own life and that he does not need to be defined by his past. Charlie’s development and growth as a character demonstrate the perks, and the drawbacks, of being a wallflower.

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IT HAPPENS by Karan Sharma

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Karan Sharma
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During our childhood days, we tend to have these crushes on people older than us that fade as we grow up. We never act upon them but they remain as memories that we always cherish. 
But what happens when two adults with such an age difference fall in love? 
It Happens is a story about how Gautam, a twenty-five-year-old upcoming professional and Roshni, an unmarried thirty-seven-year-old senior management member working in the same multinational bank, face this very question. Can two people with such a vast age difference be compatible? 
The story is a romantic comedy that explores this situation in a light-hearted way as they fall in love, get laughed at by their friends and then develop cold feet, thinking about the repercussions their age difference could have on their marriage. Since this happens in India, where marriage is a major social issue, the plot holds further intrigue. 
They say love is blind and makes one think with the heart, rather than the mind. Will two smart professionals make a mistake by doing so? Or will they listen to their logical senses at the last moment to avert what may be the biggest blunder of their lives? 
It Happens…
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About the author
After more than twenty years of working in a highly successful family business and owning a popular brand in the interiors industry, Karan decided it was time to get into self publishing—an idea that came to mind when he saw his son having so much fun reading books. It rekindled a latent passion for writing that he had developed after his college days, leading to his first book. It Happens, along with other books that will come out in due course, will be a testament to his storytelling and creative skills.
Karan has a beautiful family with two young boys, Aakash and Aayansh, and Aarti as his lovely life companion. He is a commerce graduate and a battle-hardened businessman. His other passions include both playing and watching cricket and football, as well as being an avid traveller. 
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Writing is ecstasy. When I was a little girl I read so much and as I grew up I dreamt of becoming a writer. I used to picture myself sitting down and churning out books. I thought all you had to do was sit at a computer, and turn your imagination into written words. I couldn’t wait to start writing.

Well, it didn’t quite work out that way. I didn’t do anything about my passion for writing for many years. Until one day, I was suddenly told to write an article in Hindi. First, I reverted into my shell. Next, I cried as I had only 24 hours to submit. But that didn’t help me. A few hours later I sat down quietly by myself. Words started forming in my mind. I grabbed my pen and paper and started writing. Within few minutes I wrote on the topic I was told to. At that moment I felt someone had turned on a creative tap in my head. That was the start of my journey with writing (year 1996). I wrote many more over the years. I wrote because I wanted to and I enjoyed writing. I remembered my dream and knew that writing was part of my life. My passion for it grew. I never enrolled in any special course on creative writing.

I picked up the pen with the intention of never keeping it down. I never took break from writing, despite problems and setbacks in life.

Today I have 22 years of experience as a writer and hundreds of articles to my credit in print and online. My blog has almost 1000 posts on various genres. I write 500-2500 words every day.

I am often asked for advices on how to get started as a writer. Always carry a notebook and pen around with you. It’s useful for recording ideas as they come to your mind. As quickly as they come, they disappear. Capture those ideas so you don’t lose them.

Don’t be discouraged if you have to put your writing on hold. Never give up on your dreams. Sometimes, the circumstances of life may force you to stop writing for a while. But always remember this. There are many great writers in the cemetery. They died with their dreams. Because they didn’t pursue them while they were alive. You only have one life. Make the best use of it.

I used to believe that good writers had to use big words and write long sentences, like the flowery book reviewers in the newspaper. Not true! Use short words and short sentences, and write about what you know. From experience I’ve learned that average writers become good writers only with considerable effort and attention to detail. And good writers don’t just write, they become specialists in the art of rewriting, which, in my opinion, is the real secret to good writing. Test the quality of your work by reading it aloud. Whenever you stumble, you can be sure some reader will stumble, too. Make whatever changes are necessary to make your copy flow. Writing, like woodworking, or growing roses, or designing Web sites, is both an art and craft that must be continually practiced, honed, and improved for maximum success. The most successful writers are never satisfied that they are as good as they can be, but are always striving to become better.

Read everything you can. Books from the genre you write in is of course a must, but also branch out to nonfiction and other genres and even random books about Solar system to Natural gases to Digestive system of living beings and what not. Reading must be a writer’s biggest vice. I imagine many other writers (Hemingway, Bukowski, ) would say that it’s alcohol, but that’s a controversial point.

Bursts of creativity and insight come when you’re bored. If your mind is occupied 24/7, then you won’t have mental space for new ideas. My best ideas have come from random moments, where I’m walking and looking around, where I’m just laying in bed, thinking about the day. Find time to be bored, to examine your thoughts and the world around you.

Writing for pleasure is enjoyable and rewarding. However, writing for a living is not easy. So, if you’re pursuing a writing career, then planning, preparation and improving your skills is the key.

To all the newbies, there’s no such thing as perfection in writing, so don’t stress about it. I wish you a wonderful, successful life filled with clear writing so that everyone can understand what you want them to know.

Always remember if you write, you’re a writer.

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Cover Reveal by The Book Club of HIS CHRISTMAS MIRACLE by Summerita Rhayne


Summerita Rhayne
Her impossible wish…

Kyle Masson, Irish billionaire, discovers he had been married to a con woman. Now, left with the pregnant surrogate mother for his child, he’s determined to focus on being a proper father and to care for her throughout her pregnancy. His experience has left him suspicious and cynical. Duped by one woman, he’s determined to not let the expectant mother, Chrissie out of his sight. So, when she plans a trip to India without his knowledge, he follows hot on her heels.

Chrissie feels oppressed by Kyle’s overbearing manner. After losing her father, she feels confused and alone and wants to get acquainted with the family he left in Goa. Kyle’s heavy-handed tactics drive her mad. But she’s also attracted to him. Surely she can’t be drawn to a man this bossy. And then an insidious, incredible wish begins. That her baby should have both the parents.

As compelling attraction drives them together, the improbable dream appears to take a hazy shape.

But Chrissie knows her dreams are poised to be shattered. For she is bound only to be a surrogate, never a real mother…

His Christmas Miracle is a sensual, but tender romance set in beachside Goa at coastal India.

It is sequel to two other Christmas romance stories, His Christmas Delight and His Christmas Surprise.

About the author


Summerita Rhayne writes contemporary and historical romance with lots of emotional conflict. She first got published in 2013 and has won contests with prestigious publishers such as Harlequin and Harper Collins India. Her pet belief is, if the inspiration is strong enough, the story characters will find a way to make the writer pen them down, even when writing time is in short supply. When cerebrally confronted with the sizzling interaction of two Alpha characters, the only way to get peace is write their book!
At heart, she’s a family person and even though she loves her medical teaching profession, she happily becomes a homemaker when not at work. She loves winding down with music, romcoms, cricket (strictly watching only) and social networking. 
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Quotes to Remember

Quotes are the perfect way to tell people things that we can’t explain. I honestly cannot count how many quotes I have saved on my phone. They’re a way for us to put our feelings into words in a way that we might just not be able to. Here are some of the quotes that I am loving at the moment, and the reason behind why I like them.


If you don’t wake up every morning and love your life then that’s not the ideal, obviously. You only get one life and surely you want to life it in such a way that you feel in love. Now I know that some people say that they can’t afford to live the life they love and that’s okay. I figure as long as you are doing all you can to make it happen, that’s an accomplishment. Just don’t give up on it.


This is the most difficult one for me. Now I am not a person that goes looking for revenge is someone does something to me, but I keep things inside for a long time. I remember a LOT of things and it really can be a problem. When someone has completely forgotten about something, or no longer cares, then what is the point in me holing onto it? The only person that gets eaten up by it is me.


I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I live this quote every day. I don’t. Patience can be incredibly difficult when you know what you want but you are waiting for it to happen. At this point in my life I am just trusting that everything happens for a reason so patience is something I need to work on.


While you’re going through the storm it will be more difficult to figure out what the blessing is. But once the storm has passed and things start lightening up, you’ll start to see things a bit more clearly. you will start to realise that you went through what you did because there was something that you needed to learn.

What are some quotes that have strong meaning to you in your life? Let me know in the comments below!

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