He ran, he stopped—he dipped his glowing face into the cloud of blossoming bushes, and would fain lose himself in the humming world between the leaves; he pressed the scratched face into the deep, cooling grass, and hung delirious on the breast of the immortal mother of Spring. ~Jean Paul Friedrich Richter
HURT PEOPLE HURT PEOPLE.
THAT'S HOW PAIN PATTERNS GETS PASSED ON,
GENERATION AFTER GENERATION AFTER GENERATION.
BREAK THE CHAIN TODAY.
MEET ANGER WITH SYMPATHY, CONTEMPT WITH COMPASSION, CRUELTY WITH KINDNESS.
GREET GRIMACES WITH SMILES. FORGIVE AND FORGET ABOUT FINDING FAULT.
LOVE IS THE WEAPON OF THE FUTURE.
~YEHUDA BERG
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