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Dear Single Ladies, Love is precious, Remember this: You are worth pursuing. Don't Cheapen Yourself

When God talks, please hear_ rise up my dear_ drop down the fear_ your future is clear_ success is near_ Just go and try again! Give one more trial and you__l kiss the trophy. Greatness rises up with those who rise up after falling!

That__ the key, you know, confidence. I know for a fact that if you genuinely like your body, so can others. It doesn__ really matter if it__ short, tall, fat or thin, it just matters that you can find some things to like about it. Even if that means having a good laugh at the bits of it that wobble independently, occasionally, that__ all right. It might take you a while to believe me on this one, lots of people don__ because they seem to suffer from self-hatred that precludes them from imagining that a big woman could ever love herself because they don__. But I do. I know what I__e got is a bit strange and difficult to love but those are the very aspects that I love the most! It__ a bit like people. I__e never been particularly attracted to the uniform of conventional beauty. I__ always a bit suspicious of people who feel compelled to conform. I personally like the adventure of difference. And what__ beauty, anyway?

There are no happy endings, he knew, because nothing ends; and if there were any being dispensed, a great many worthier people would be in line for them long before Michael and Laura and himself. But the happiness of the unworthy and the happiness of the so-so is as fragile and self-centered and dear as the happiness of the righteous and the worthy; and the happiness of the living is no less short and desperate and forgotten than the joys of the dead.

Dear world, I am excited to be alive in you, and I am thankful for another year.

He'd failed them, the swimming goldfish of his life's tiny existence whom he held so dear in his heart; he'd turned his muses into mistakes and no one knew the difference but him.

My dear, please be careful.You no longer live only for yourself.You live for me as well.

Dear Fellow Human Being,You are born wild, You do not deserve to be tamed!Tell yourself,You do not deserve this!All those toxic words you have to listen from people,All those fears they try to pin on your mind,All those giggles they aim at your dreams,All those judgmental stares inspecting your individuality,All those fingers pointing towards your crude character,All those shackles that tie your feet to social expectations,All those cages that do not let your imagination fly free,Listen deeply, you do not deserve any of it.My dear fellow human, you do not deserve this hostility.You are born wild, You do not deserve to be tamed!

Well, you__e not exactly social, are you, Mandy Valems?___h yeah, sure, because I__ just surrounded by genius to be social with in this day and age,_ Mandy replied with razor-sharp sarcasm. __ey, I don__ need anyone else! I__e got you, you__e my friend, and you__l be with me forever!___You won__ be with me forever, though_ said Alecto cynically. ____ like a spider__ web; anyone who is friends with me gets dragged into my troubles and eventually dies.___Poetic, dear friend,_ Mandy sighed, shaking her head. __orbid, but poetic.

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren__ our lives love lives?

I will drive the world crazywith love poems for you.So they can know how magnificent you areand how crazy I am.

'Cars' is simply near and dear to my heart.

I make movies for teenage boys. Oh dear, what a crime.

A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

Dear Matt, We finally made it to California, and it__ just like you told me. I feel you here with us _ I think Frankie does, too._ How dare you write about me in here! How dare you write to my brother! You think just because you fooled around a few times he cared about you? You think he wouldn__ have ditched you the second he found some new girl at Cornell? Get over yourself!

Dear Matt, In less than a day, I_ ll be standing on the same sand you stood on so many times before. Well, not the same sand, with the tides and winds and erosion and all of that, but the same symbolic sand. I__ so excited and scared that I can_ t sleep _ even though I have to wake up in five hours! You know, I saved every one of your postcards. They__e here in a box under my bed _ all the little stories you sent, like little pieces of California. Like the beach glass you guys always brought me. Sometimes I dump it out on my desk and press my ear to the pieces, trying to hear the ocean. Trying to hear you. But you don_ t say anything. Remember how you_ d come back from your vacation on the beach and tell me what it really felt like? What the ocean sounded like at dawn when the beach was deserted? What your hair and skin tasted like after swimming in saltwater all day? How the sand could burn your feet as you walked on it, but if you stuck your toes in, it was cold and wet underneath? How you spent three hours sitting on Ocean Beach just to watch the sun sink into the water a million miles away? If I closed my eyes as you were talking, it was like I was there, like your stories were my stories. In many ways, I feel as if I have memories of you there, too. Do you think that__ crazy? Matt, please don_ t think badly about Frankie__ contest. It__ just a silly game. It__ so Frankie, you know? No, I guess you wouldn_ t. You_ d kill her if you did! She just misses you. We all do. I_ ll look out for her, though. I promise. Please watch over us tomorrow, and for the next few weeks while we__e away. You_ ll be in my thoughts the whole time, like always. I__ going to find some red sea glass for you. I miss you more than you could ever know. Love, Anna

Love has not a value,though we treasure it dear,it's worth more than gold,that's why I keep you so near.