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Brain Drain - The Breakthrough That Will Change Your Life

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“... be knygų jau nebegalėjau apsieiti. Ne tiek be knygų, kiek be paties skaitymo. Mano akys į nieką daugiau nenorėjo žiūrėti, jos tiesiog šaukte šaukė: ,,Duok mums raidžių!.. Duok mums raidžių!..” Nežinau, gal yra tokia skaitymo liga? Jei yra, tai aš ja susirgau vaikystėje, paskui ji perėjo į chronišką ir nebepagydomą. Tiesą pasakius, niekas jos nei gydė, nei ruošėsi gydyti. Tiktai motina vos ne kasdien keldavo balsą: ,,Ko tu gadini akis saulei nusileidus? Ar tu negali palaukti, kol degsim lempą?” Tas ir yra, kad negali palaukti, - jau Baltoji Iltis ir tas baisusis buldogas sustojo vienas prieš kitą, jau iššiepė dantis, jau puls ir įsikibs vienas kitam į gerklę!.. Juk jie nežino, kad pas mus nusileido saulė, o motina tyčia čiupinėjasi prie mūriuko, kad tik tos lempos kuo ilgiau nereikėtų degti.”

“100% of a Guru’s marketing plan depends on you holding the belief that you are not enough; that you were created less equipped than necessary to fulfill your purpose. What if you let go of that belief and connected with the truth of your innate power to change and shape your life? You ARE enough. You CAN change and shape your own life. Anyone who tells you different is simply lying. Your life has immeasurable potentiality for greatness; act accordingly.”

“Rushing outside, she carries long, sharp scissors and snips at flower petals while screaming, "Off with your head!" When I realize what she's really after, a strange discomfort stirs inside. I've seen how the petals tatter beneath the blades. I don't want her to ruin my moth's pretty wings. I throw my hands over the scissors to stop her. The moth escapes unscathed. But I'm not so lucky... Coming out of the trance, I drop to the ground and clutch aching palms to my chest. The scars throb as if freshly cut. Morpheus bows over me, smoothing my hair. "I told you that you were special, Alyssa," he murmurs, the weight of his palm strangely comforting on the top of my head. "No one else has ever bled for me. The loyalty of one child for another is immeasurable. You believed in me, shared new experiences with me, grew with me. That has earned you my sincerest devotion."”