Living in the past is a dull and lonely business, looking back strains the neck and causes you to bump into people not going your way
To a mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders
Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have
There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness but there is the discovery of joy
And silence like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound
Peace is when time doesn't matter as it passes by
Grace is when God gives us what we don't deserve;
Mercy is when God doesn't give us what we do deserve.
To a mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders
Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have
There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness but there is the discovery of joy
And silence like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound
Peace is when time doesn't matter as it passes by
Grace is when God gives us what we don't deserve;
Mercy is when God doesn't give us what we do deserve.
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