We build buildings which are terribly restless. And buildings don&#39;t go anywhere. They shouldn&#39;t be restless.

The rain pored down as I was unsure of my day. Then I see car with tinted windows it tryed to run me down but it flipped and went over head to the next person I that corner for who could explain how life is some times Some things which happened
You become  confused by what is said but done.

We have only one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.

Each one of us has the power — and must develop the will — to be the hero of his own life. We believe in goals, in purposes, in achievement and in the joy of living.

Written By Andrew Bernstein

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