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The Infallible Word of God: 365 Inspirational Quotes

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“Too much sleep is not good for your dreams. It delays the manifestation of your dreams and makes it harder for them to be achieved. See adequate sleep as a means of rejuvenation and revitalization so you can accomplish remarkable feats. Strive for balance, as it is in the synergy of rest and activity, that your true potential is unleashed.”

“Ambitionless people will always question your dreams. Do not allow their scepticism to impose additional limits. Make sure that the company you keep is filled with ambition and passion for your dreams to come to manifestation.”

“Celebrate those who hold your hand and wake you up to pursue your dreams. They are the cheerleaders and your support system. Their belief in you is a powerful force that can turn dreams into reality.”

“Forget those who made you forget your dreams in this world. Let go of the negative influences. Their voices may have led you to doubt yourself or divert focus from that which is significant, but it is time to seize the moment. Reclaim your aspirations and take the right steps to achieve them.”

“The battle raged, the blood, gore and the stench of death of hundreds of the fallen, of both Saxons and Vikings permeated the air around her. With Every move Her chest guard dug painfully into her side from a gouge from a broad sword. Her helm obscured her peripheral vision as it had been her brothers, and sat awkwardly on her head due to its size. No time to catch her breath as the huge Saxon assaulted her, her shield fending off the vicious blows of his claymore. Being nearly half his size, she needed to be nimble and smart, a swift upper cut to his jaw with her shield caught him off balance, followed by a slice from her modified broad sword. The Saxon fell to his knees, allowing just enough decrease in stature for Brynhild to finish him off with a jab to the neck, arterial spray covered her face and chest. No time to rest, the next Saxon was upon her, hacking forcefully at her shield she was sure it would splinter. It took all her strength to maintain her footing. His attack was merciless, forcing her to careen backwards, steel crashed against steel in a maddened melee. She feinted left, then put all her velocity in shouldering him in his midsection, momentum taking him swiftly to the blood sodden ground. In the distance a call to retreat was heard from the Saxon Lord, the battle broke, the Viking horde was victorious, Brynhild slumped down a nearby tree, too exhausted and weak to move her last conscious thought was to wonder who the strong Shield-maiden was that gently picked her up and carried her forward. The next thing she knew, she was in a magnificent Hall, filled with raucous laughter and the scent of roasted boar. The sound of sword play was also heard from a nearby doorway. Warriors sat with horns filled with mead, in earnest discourse of the battles they had fought. A clearing of a throat brought her eyes to the great table at the head of the hall, there stood a heavily muscled bearded, one-eyed Man, the hall was moved to silence as the great man strode toward her. “Welcome to Valhalla Brynhild,” he clapped a hand on her shoulder “You have fought bravely, Please take your place among the warriors and enjoy the feast.” Shouts of Skal! filled the hall. Happiness assailed her, resurrected, to one day fight again for Odin in the twilight of the Gods, The Battle of Ragnarök.”