By Alfred Adler
The goal of the human soul is conquest, perfection, security, superiority.

By Alfred Adler
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True love doesn’t just fill your heart, it overflows into your whole body and soul. Good Morning.
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Those sweet nothings, those morning talks, those little memories. Have occupied a major part of my heart and soul, And I wish to create more with you. Have a hopeful morning my love!
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Every time we kiss, I hear our souls whisper the words “I love you” to each other. Good morning.
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When you have a friend who wants nothing but the best for you without motives…Keep them close. Such souls are hard to find. Good Morning.
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Your love energizes my soul. Your hugs and kisses make my heartbeat. I love you so much. Good Morning my dear hubby.
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You are not perfect but you are perfect for me. Good Morning.
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You are that woman who transformed my imperfections into perfections, just by the touch of your love. Love you my dearest wifey!
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True love doesn’t just fill your heart, it overflows into your whole body and soul. Good Morning!!!
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Set the goal that makes you want to jump out of bed in the morning. Good Morning.
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Perfect is never. Live now.
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Today is another opportunity to make right choices and meet your goals. Good luck and good morning!
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No matter what, stick to your responsibilities. Know your values and work hard on your goals.
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Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
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What is good for the karma is good for the soul.
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My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.
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A desire presupposes the possibility of action to achieve it; action presupposes a goal which is worth achieving.
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The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
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One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset – if I can only find the words.
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Poets are souls at war with words from battles waged within.
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There was a whole magnificent soul burning brightly behind her shy.