Astrid Alauda Quotes

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The really nice breezes blow through my body and into my soul.
- Astrid Alauda

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Don’t let your mind bully your body into believing it must carry the burden of its worries.
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Your body is a temple, but only if you treat it as one.
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There’s no other love like the love for a brother. There’s no other love like the love from a brother.
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Don’t chain your worries to your body. The burden soon becomes heavy and your health will give too much of itself to pick up the extra load.
- Astrid Alauda

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Time is the only thief we can’t get justice against.
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Posy and pearls Amethyst and gold Forever you and I Our precious love to hold.
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Poesy engraved on the ring Love engraved on my heart.
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There are worlds in an opal.
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Opal is the multi gem.
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I’ve spent most of my life walking under that hovering cloud,jealousy, whose acid raindrops blurred my vision and burned holes in my heart.
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Nature and silence go better together.
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Silence is the secret to sanity.
- Astrid Alauda

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The sun is nature’s Prozac.
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When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light.
- Astrid Alauda

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Cockroaches really put my “all creatures great and small” creed to the test.
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Dreams are free, so free your dreams.
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The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies.
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After a girl is grown, her little brothers now her protectors seem like big brothers.
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The green grass and the happy skies court the fluttering butterflies.
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Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence.
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Does age poison us, or do we poison age?
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Happiness is a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry under a shade tree.
- Astrid Alauda