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Perspective = experience

How important is perspective in my experience of life?

I've been collecting quotes that shift my perspective and help me remember how powerful my choices to make life experience amazing. 

People say amazing things, and I will attribute when I know who said it....

Is this a great opportunity disguised as an impossible situation?
Joe Dispenza

Don't wish it was easier, wish you were better. Jim Rohn

If you don't like the answers, ask better questions. Tony Robbins 

Forgiving does not change another's past, it changes your future

If you want the best from the world you need to give the world your best.

If you are still alive, you still have an opportunity to choose direction.

There are many ways to move forward, and only one way to stand still.

Don't let the complainers and the excuse makers change you or make you quit

Spend time with those who want to win

Pay attention to those people who don't clap when you win.

Treat people well

Don't listen to the negative ones

Don't worry about what others say

The sun will come up tomorrow

Things will be like they have always been

Don't worry about making mistakes. You learn by screwing up.

Get a hero who lights your fire.

Always be positive. Except never. 

Don't wait for the stars to align. Reach up and create your own constellation 

Dig the well before you get thirsty. Jordan Harbinger

In your life, there are people who can really help you, and people who could really use your help.

Challenges are opportunities in costume. Simon Lange 
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I hope this list of powerful quotes gives you a spark of inspiration.

And if you have special quotes that light you up, feel free to share in the comments.


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