Novel & Cerita Poems Believe In Yourself

Sempre leggere la parola "impossibile '' come io Possibile.'' ( I would like to say only one thing believe in your self and your calibre.Work hard to get what you desired for,keep my words in mind...success will be your companion for lifetime.Always read the word ''impossible'' as 'I m possible'.) And....before he could say something more he got standing ovation.The hall echoed with the applauds.He smiled watching all the successful people from all the seven continents praising his hard work .He closed his eyes and remembered his father who build his company from scratch.It was his father who gave him the advise to have faith in his labour.

“You’ve never let us down before. You’re stronger than you know. Believe in yourself, Sera. Believe in us.” I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. The vision faded, and I was back in the chaos, the artifact still glowing in my hand. The ground trembled beneath me, and I knew that time was running out. I looked down at the artifact, feeling the power within it thrumming like a heartbeat. I could still use it, still save the world by erasing myself. But Eli’s words echoed in my mind, a faint glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. “Believe in yourself,” I whispered. “Believe in us.”

I could feel the anticipation burning between us like a fire, ready to devastate anything in its path if not contained. “I-i’m sorry too for not being enough-” “Shh…don't say such a thing. Please don't ever think that way about yourself, honey. You are absolutely perfect in every single way and you should believe that with all your heart. There is no one else like you in the whole world and you should never, ever doubt or forget that. Nobody has the same beauty as you, nobody has the same spirit or strength as you do. Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise; all that matters is what YOU think of yourself,”

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,

"I want to believe that." "Then start by acting like you believe it. Even if you don't. Act like you're free. Act like you have choice. Act like you matter. Eventually the acting becomes real. Becomes true. That's how it worked for me. How it still works for me. Some days I have to remind myself I'm not cursed. Not broken. Not worthless. But reminding helps. Acting helps. Choosing helps. Every day. Every moment. Choose yourself. Choose freedom. Choose—life."

He smiled, the wrinkles intensifying on his face, “Simple. Love and trust yourself. When you do not reject yourself, the outside world cannot reject you. When you control what you believe, you will not allow yourself to endure hurt and pain at every ostensible betrayal or assault.” There was a blissful serenity on his face as he looked at me, “You might have heard these lines by the Pakistani poet, ‘Khudi ko kar buland itana ke har taqdir se pehele, Khuda bande se khud pooche, beta teri raza kya hai.’ Become self-sustaining and self-generating, and even gods will wait around to lend a hand.”

It would be best if you defended yourself, Raven. My lips are trembling. I'm happy to hear Lucy's voice but confused. "What do you mean? Why can't you come here?" 'Trust me—you don't want to know.' Lucy sighs inside of my head. He sounds a bit different. 'You're stronger than you think. Fire will come if you believe in yourself.' I close my eyes again; every part of me hurts. "How?" 'Believe in yourself.' "I can't!" I shout at him. "How am I supposed to believe in myself when shit only seems to happen to me?!"

“I need to choose myself, sweetheart.” The words slid into the air like a blade disguised as silk. Abigail felt it slice through her. Clean, precise and unforgettable. Behind them, the clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second stretching painfully long. Dust motes drifted in the sunlight. Outside, a car drove by. Life continued while Abigail stood anchored in disbelief. “You’re choosing…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Couldn’t say it out loud. Couldn’t name the thing that was tearing her apart.

That protective charm was a gift from Hanson. He never used to believe in any of that. Spirits, blessings, luck. He thought it was all nonsense. But when I was 18, I got sick. In just three days, the hospital told my family eight times that I might not make it. Every doctor they brought in shook their heads. No one knew what to do. Someone told Hanson about a cathedral up in the mountains, saying it was known for miracles. He went overnight and stayed there on his knees, praying for a full day and night.

The High Priest of the Ancients stepped forward, the obsidian daggers gleaming. "Do you take the Eternal Vow?" the Priest asked. "Not of blood and debt, but of soul and time?" Caspian looked at me, and for the first time, I saw the vulnerability of a king who had traveled through eras just for a glimpse of my smile. "I don't offer you a cage," Caspian said, his voice echoing across the cliffs. "I offer you the horizon. I offer you every tomorrow I stole back from the fates." "I take it," I replied, my heart finally warm. "In this life, and every one that follows."