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Norman Schwarzkopf
One of the weirdest quotes I've ever come across. Thinking America is the only country …

Anonymous
I eat spiders.

Dr. Seuss
This is a good quote :)

Jimmy Hayward
The most fire movie of all time.

aloeverahe
Inhumane? Or Inhuman?

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An Inspired Soul - Inspiration to Yourself
People fight within themselves just to fit the world's expectations. It's hazardous to your health and sometimes you just got to express yourself. Build your own strength, don't follow trends.

An upset soul - Who's real and who's fake
People always try to impress others by being someone else. What happens when they find out who you really are, inside and out? Can you blame them for not wanting to be your friend, or not having anything to do with the real you?

A Faultfinder - Words From a Fault-finding Soul
I really wish that people would stop posting overly cheesy, or overly personal "quotes" on this site. I'm here to improve my typing speed not read about total strangers' lost loves or depression. Talk to a friend or family member of your troubles or write in your journal, don't go pouring your heart out to total strangers.

A Wondering Soul - Who knows?
That moment when you sit and realize, hey it's going to be a very long weekend! But then you realize there's nothing to be excited about, as you have no social life. At that moment you start wondering, do you really have any friends, are you going to grow old alone? Who knows?

A thinking soul - Who are you?
Have you ever thought that maybe we're just a part of a game? Maybe we're living in a virtual world, hence we do the same thing every day? What if you decide you're going to change the pattern of your daily routine, do you think you'll be able to? Will the program even allow it? What if...?

A confused soul - What is this feeling?
How can you feel something that's not physical? Love can make you happy and yet sad at the same time. Why is it that something that's not physical yet can control the way we live? Why do we let a feeling decide if we're going to get out of bed, eat, sleep, socialize with our peers? What is this feeling? What is this thing we call love?