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I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren’t the same thing. — Maggie Stiefvater, Forever 

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You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control. — Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love 

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Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either. — Osho 

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Why do police have quotas? If a doctor went around intentionally sneezing on people to get more patients, that would be seen as a travesty to their profession. But police, can sit around and wait for someone to turn on a red light or commit other mundane ‘offenses’ because they have quotas to meet. Quotas are all the proof we need that policing is not a public service vocation; it’s a business and a subsidiary of Wall Street. —

Enrique Molina

this answer on yahoo from a retired officer will add on some further insight to this

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There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment, he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable
incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still too close to him in time.

In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportion to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

Milan Kundera, Slowness 

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We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. — Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead 

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It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one. — George Harrison

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u want everything & there is no way it could happen fast enuff to satisfy u

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red. — Kait Rokowski 

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How can I proceed now, I said, without a self, weightless and visionless, through a world weightless, without illusion? — Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

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