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We're all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you've been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there's no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn't until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems--the ones that make you truly who you are--that we're ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you're looking for. You're looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it's got to be the right wrong person--someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, "This is the problem I want to have.
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relationships
love
inspirational
being-loved
completion
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Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.
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comfort
philosophy
irrevocability
state-of-mind
completion
fulfillment
belonging
permanence
security
attachment
home
safety
psychology
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James Baldwin |
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"If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still."
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completion
fullfilment
journey-s-end
arrival
homelessness
belonging
homecoming
stillness
attachment
roots
home
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Ellis Peters |
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Can you remember how you felt when you were communicating through your artwork? Not just the sense of completion, but the sense of rightness- the sense that you had brought to life something that could live beyond your sphere of being, that held in it far more potential than you ever realized you were imbuing in the work?
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completion
rightness
potential
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Charles de Lint |
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After ten standard months I was done, acknowledging the ancient aphorism to the effect that no book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.
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writing
completion
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