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“Nobody wants a sales pitch. So instead of trying a hard sell, focus on telling a story that captivates your audience by painting a vivid picture of your vision. When you get good at storytelling, people want to be part of that story, and they’ll want to help others become part of that story too.”

Book:StartUp Saboteurs: How Incompetence, Ego, and Small Thinking Prevent True Wealth Creation

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Ziad K. Abdelnour

Ziad K. Abdelnour is a professional in an unknown field, born on December 3, 1960. His biography and contributions are limited by available information. more

“However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence.”

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Book:Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life

Source: Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life

“What I did not know was how longing could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.”

Longing

Author:J. M. Coetzee

“No matter how great the love, the pain, the sadness, the power of a heart, no one can recreate the sea. Nowhere else.”

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Book:The Whistler

Source: The Whistler

“She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies she’d played so many times before and went in search of something new, no longer wanting a song fed on pain or guilt. She needed one that could replace those wounds with strength, with resolve, with confidence. She needed a song that could not only assuage, but heal and build anew. The notes stumbled around the room, tripping over beds and empty stools and hollow men sleeping. They warbled and fell, haphazard, chaotic, settling without flight. Fin’s forehead creased and she persisted. She let her fingers wander, reached out with her mind. She chased the fleeting song she’d glimpsed once before. In Madeira she’d felt a hint of it: something wild, untameable, a thing sprung whole and flawless from the instant of creation.”