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after all these mad scribblings are about good bad and searches!


after all these mad scribblings are about good bad and searches!
Well well well, the task I mentioned in the last post may see light by Tuesday. Two writeups I may send to Deccan Herald.
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The good is I am posting something about good and bad.
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Some quotes for the good and bad.
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Only one clear quality marks an action as either good or evil: if it increases the amount of love in the world, it is good. If it separates people and creates animosity amount them, it is bad.”
- Leo Tolstoy.

It is wisest and best to fix our attention on the beautiful and the good and dwell as little as possible on the evil and false.

Most of us miss out on life’s big prizes. The Pulitzer. The Nobel. Oscars. Tonys. Emmys. But we are all eligible for life’s small pleasures. A pat on the back. A kiss behind the ear. A four pound bass. A full moon. An empty parking space. A crackling fire. A gread meal. A glorious sunset. Hot soup. Cold beer. Don’t fret about getting life’s grand awards. Enjoy its tiny delights. There are plenty for all of us.

Vaclav Havel said:
“The real test of a man is not when he plays the role he wants for himself, but when he plays the role destiny has for him”

The manual for living – Epictetus. The Meditations of Marchs Aurelius. Letters from Stoic.

www.robinsharma.com.
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  1. Malu Silverman12:06 PM

    Good quotes. And aside from appreciating what life deals us with, it's also good to seize the moment, Carpe diem.

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