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Please get me out of here.
Please.

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It's so dark. Pitch black.
Please get me out of here.
Please.
I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I know that there’s something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is . . . then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person.
Love, Rosie
Act like the mythical Lost city of Atlantis- it never happened, it never existed.
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Chapter 8, page 67
He appeared to be the ideal poker player: impassive, unemotional, cold. Oh, so cold. Not merely cool, like a breeze, or water from a stream in the autumn, but cold. Cold like a rock against your skin in the shade of the setting sun.
Happy Birthday Yoko Ono
(about her relationship with the Beatles) "It was like, I went to bed with this guy I liked, and when I woke up, there were these three faces staring at me."
Show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream" she said "The one that makes me laugh" she said And threw her arms around my neck Show me how you do it And I promise you I promise that I'll run away with you I'll run away with you
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In a perfect world, there would always be communication and consultation between partners. But we don’t live in that world. There are emergencies and dangerous, vindictive people. Is my desire to keep you from harm so great a sin that you would leave me over it?
My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.
Pablo Picasso
The Giving Tree
Once, there was a tree… And she loved a little boy. And every day the boy would come And he would gather her leaves And make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk And swing from her branches And eat apples And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree… very much… And the tree was happy.
But time went by, And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then, one day, the boy came to the tree and the tree said: –”Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy!” –”I am too big to climb and play” said the boy. “I want to buy thing and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?” –”I’m sorry”, said the tree,”but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in city. Then you will have money and you’ll be happy.” And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy…
But the boy stayed away for a long time… and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back, and the tree shook with joy, and she said: –”Come, Boy come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy.” –”I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy. “I want a house to keep me warm”, he said. “I and want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?” –”I have no house”, said the tree. “The forest is my house”, said the tree. “But you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy”. And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time… And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. –”Come, Boy” she whispered, “Come and play”. –”I am too old and sad to play”, said the boy. “I want a boat that will take me away from here. Can you give me a boat?” –”Cut down my trunk and make a boat”, said the tree. “Then you can sail away… and be happy”. And so the boy cut down her trunk And made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy… But not really.
And after a long time the boy came back again. –”I am sorry, Boy”, said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you – My apples are gone”. –”My teeth are too weak for apples”, said the boy. –”My branches are gone”, said the tree. “You cannot swing on them”. –”I am too old to swing on branches”, said the boy. –”My trunk is gone”, said the tree. “You cannot climb”. –”I am too tired to climb”, said the boy. –”I am sorry” sighed the tree. “I wish that I could give you something… but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry…” –”I don’t need very much now”, said the boy. “Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired”. –”Well”, said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down… sit down and rest”. And the boy did. And the tree was happy…
The end.
Passion
Passion means being fully vested in a project and making serious sacrifices to get it to where it needs to be. It’s infectious, exciting, intense and will draw others to believe in what you’re doing.
When you talk to a successful entrepreneur you can feel the passion they have for their venture right away. You quickly realise the time sacrifices and monetary rewards pale in comparison to the affection for, and emotional investment they have in what they do.