<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497</id><updated>2012-03-04T22:47:18.496-03:00</updated><category term='Nélio da Silva'/><category term='poesias'/><category term='brasileiros'/><category term='Ana Jácomo'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='Albert Einstein'/><category term='trabalho voluntário'/><category term='pratique a gentileza'/><category term='Victor Hugo'/><category term='prêmio do blog'/><category term='Prem Rawat'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='Luiz Fernando Verissímo'/><category term='João Guimarães Rosa'/><category term='racismo'/><category term='mulher'/><category term='COP15'/><category 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Lispector'/><category term='Érico Veríssimo'/><category term='Cecilia Meireles'/><category term='indignação'/><category term='Cristóvão Buarque'/><category term='cora coralina'/><category term='ato médico'/><category term='tempo de viver'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='Marden'/><category term='Dom Miguel Ruiz'/><category term='paz'/><title type='text'>TEMPO DE VIVER</title><subtitle type='html'>"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas que já tem a forma dos nossos corpos e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que sempre levam aos mesmos lugares.É o tempo da travessia e se não ousarmos fazê-la,teremos ficado para sempre à margem de nós mesmos."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ESzcd5SxYI/T1QYpTHdC8I/AAAAAAAABOE/i9LKMVHeScA/s1600/solidc3a3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ESzcd5SxYI/T1QYpTHdC8I/AAAAAAAABOE/i9LKMVHeScA/s400/solidc3a3o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Não se preocupe com a maneira como os outros o veem. Não fique obcecado pela necessidade de impressionar seus amigos e inimigos. Tenha em mente apenas a imagem que vê no espelho. Não permita que a aprovação dos outros atrapalhe sua visão de si mesmo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Tavis Smiley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-842992383286446188?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/842992383286446188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/03/nao-se-preocupe-com-maneira-como-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/842992383286446188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/842992383286446188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/03/nao-se-preocupe-com-maneira-como-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ESzcd5SxYI/T1QYpTHdC8I/AAAAAAAABOE/i9LKMVHeScA/s72-c/solidc3a3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-6385859217174789865</id><published>2012-03-04T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T22:09:16.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OuqqtNiS3M/T1QSMULnfjI/AAAAAAAABN8/kU_GWyQ6NEA/s1600/pleno.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OuqqtNiS3M/T1QSMULnfjI/AAAAAAAABN8/kU_GWyQ6NEA/s400/pleno.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi que quando ignoro a negatividade, torno mais leve a atmosfera à minha volta&amp;nbsp; e dessa forma tento me blindar do negativismo que está à solta por aí. Não, isso não é alienação, mas questão de sobrevivência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pense nisso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sandra Saboia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-6385859217174789865?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/6385859217174789865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/03/aprendi-que-quando-ignoro-negatividade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/6385859217174789865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/6385859217174789865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/03/aprendi-que-quando-ignoro-negatividade.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OuqqtNiS3M/T1QSMULnfjI/AAAAAAAABN8/kU_GWyQ6NEA/s72-c/pleno.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-4929631083029891414</id><published>2012-03-04T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T12:39:17.094-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_4uLRpLIzs/T1OMfgCcJbI/AAAAAAAABN0/rgGbCVCbTN8/s1600/tumblr_lhg5auX7Ro1qeoc8do1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_4uLRpLIzs/T1OMfgCcJbI/AAAAAAAABN0/rgGbCVCbTN8/s400/tumblr_lhg5auX7Ro1qeoc8do1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foto: Google - autor não identificado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Tinha um jeito singular de fechar os olhos quando experimentava emoção bonita, coisa de segundos e coisa imensa. Era como se os olhos quisessem segurar a lindeza do instante um bocadinho, o suficiente para levá-lo até o lugar onde o seu sabor nunca mais poderia ser perdido.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dos caminhos percorridos nesta vida, consigo me lembrar, apenas se fechar meus olhos, dos muitos amigos que comigo caminharam até aqui. Agradeço a cada um deles, que me ensinaram algo importante, cada um a sua maneira -mesmo sem saber-, contribuiram para minha transformação.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitos deles, não mais encontrarei pessoalmente, seja pela distância física, seja pelo distanciamento que o tempo nos impôs, mas, tenho certeza, que na lembrança, sempre farei pequenos passeios e os reencontrarei naqueles alegres momentos que ficaram num lugar e num tempo que não voltam mais.&lt;br /&gt;
Considero especial a possibilidade de me lembrar deles e de continuar encontrando novas pessoas queridas a cada nova estrada que sigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que seja assim sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;
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"Minha expectativa, tantas vezes ansiosa, de que as coisas sejam diferentes, dá lugar à certeza tranqüila de que, naquele momento, tudo está onde pode estar. Em vez de sofrer pelas modificações que ainda não consigo, eu me sinto grata pelas mudanças que já realizei. E relaxo."&lt;br /&gt;
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Conheci o blog da Psicóloga Bianca Panini, e encontrei um trabalho importantíssimo que trata de situações comportamentais de pais e filhos. Resolvi, com a devida autorização dela, divulgar este texto tão necessário aos pais de nossos dias, que muitas vezes, parecem um tanto desnorteados na educação de seus pequenos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Quero dizer que preciso de vocês, do seu amor, atenção, carinho e afeto.Preciso também do seu limite, pois tenho que saber até onde posso ir. Não tenho condições de decidir sozinho, então não me perguntem se eu quero fazer a lição de casa, mande-me fazer, sempre no mesmo horário pra que eu entenda a importância da rotina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Não me pergunte se quero almoçar, tomar banho, ir para a escola porque eu não posso ainda dizer o que quero ou não quero, eu preciso que vocês me digam o que é certo fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que vocês não sabem tudo, mas sabem muito mais do que eu, pois já viveram bastante. Confiem na autoridade que vocês tem para falar comigo. Quando vocês falam com autoridade e AMOR eu gosto de respeitar vocês. Quando vocês dizem que não sabem o que fazer comigo porque não estou me comportando bem, eu também não sei o que fazer, se vocês não sabem, eu fico com um pouco de medo e continuo me comportando mal, até vocês me colocarem “na linha”. Eu PRECISO andar “na linha”, eu me sinto mais seguro e assim fico mais feliz. Eu não vou ficar revoltado nem traumatizado quando vocês me disserem “não”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade vocês estão me ensinando que na vida a gente não pode ter tudo o que quer a toda hora. Eu posso até chorar, e chorar bastante porque é o jeito que eu tenho pra dizer que estou chateado, mas por favor, não se assustem com o meu choro, ele logo passa, principalmente se vocês não se desesperarem com isso.Fiquem firmes que já já eu paro de chorar e esqueço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Não digam pra mim que não tenho jeito, que sou difícil, que sou mal educado (a), terrível, porque essas palavras vão entrar no meu coração e começar a se tornar verdade na minha vida. A palavra de uma mãe e de um pai tem um peso muito grande na vida dos filhos. Eu vou acreditar em tudo que vocês disserem. Vocês podem me abençoar com as suas palavras e valorizar aquilo em que eu já sou bom (boa). Pensem, que elogios vocês podem me dar? Os elogios verdadeiros também entram no meu coração e se tornam mais firmes ainda, fazendo eu querer ser cada vez melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Não precisa me encher de brinquedos achando que assim vou ficar mais feliz. Eu gosto de brinquedos, é bom ganha-los, mas gosto muito mais das brincadeiras que fazemos juntos, essas eu nunca vou esquecer. E principalmente queridos, nunca vou esquecer do amor que vocês me derem. Vou aprender que amar significa também dizer “não”, ensinar, disciplinar, respeitar, dar carinho e tantas outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mãe e pai, meus parabéns por terem tanta paciência comigo. Pensem bem, seria bem mais fácil dar o que eu quero pra eu parar de chorar, do que me fazer entender que eu tenho que esperar pelas coisas e assim aguentarem meu choro e minha birra. Desse jeito vocês estão pensando no meu futuro e na pessoa maravilhosa que posso ser. É muito amor não é mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigado por tudo. Seu filho. Sua filha."&lt;br /&gt;
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“Como não ter Deus?! Com Deus existindo, tudo dá esperança: sempre um milagre é possí­vel, o mundo se resolve. Mas, se não tem Deus, há-de a gente perdidos no vai-vem, e a vida é burra. É o aberto perigo das grandes e pequenas horas, não se podendo facilitar, é todos contra os acasos.Tendo Deus, é menos grave se descuidar um pouquinho, pois no fim dá certo.”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem essa de achar que a vida é injusta só com você, quando estiver em um momento de crise. Nada disso! Lembre-se daqueles bons momentos de calmaria que já fizeram parte de sua vida - e pode ter certeza que foram muitos! Lembre-se de que você também é uma pessoa privilegiada e que em sua vida abençoada acontecem fatos maravilhosos; alguns percalços fazem parte desse nosso aprendizado. Tudo, isso vai passar! Tenha certeza e fé!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acredite, a vida pode e será cada vez melhor, se a sua plantação for de boas sementes, pois, será certo que sua colheita será dos melhores frutos possíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(Ana Jácomo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-791531985275556937?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/791531985275556937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/alma-e-sabia-enquanto-achamos-que-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/791531985275556937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/791531985275556937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/alma-e-sabia-enquanto-achamos-que-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksuoANfwc7k/Tz_SNH7wUHI/AAAAAAAABMk/HVO81MUAqJU/s72-c/menina__dia+10__melhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-3247049748209110052</id><published>2012-02-18T14:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T14:26:05.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada a você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJtsI0s_mR4/Tz_QzM7El-I/AAAAAAAABMc/vy5Z9UzFp10/s1600/3237.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJtsI0s_mR4/Tz_QzM7El-I/AAAAAAAABMc/vy5Z9UzFp10/s320/3237.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho aprendido a agradecer pelas conquistas, por mais simples que elas possam ser, pois entendo que se consegui é porque foi pelo meu merecimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como gosto muito de postar mensagens no blog, fico feliz que mais pessoas possam vê-lo e curti-lo também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje vi que chegamos nos 40.000 acessos! Lindo demais isso! Obrigada pelo carinho de todos e de sempre!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos mais que carinhosos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-3247049748209110052?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3247049748209110052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/obrigada-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3247049748209110052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3247049748209110052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/obrigada-voce.html' title='Obrigada a você!'/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJtsI0s_mR4/Tz_QzM7El-I/AAAAAAAABMc/vy5Z9UzFp10/s72-c/3237.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-915607935953463029</id><published>2012-02-13T19:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T19:54:16.768-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lya Luft'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igvMQ2KUle0/TzmGa6rXgNI/AAAAAAAABMU/CDZhw4JSlUk/s1600/4217427271px5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igvMQ2KUle0/TzmGa6rXgNI/AAAAAAAABMU/CDZhw4JSlUk/s400/4217427271px5.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A maturidade me permite olhar com menos ilusões, aceitar  com menos sofrimento, entender com mais tranquilidade, querer com mais  doçura."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;(Lya Luft) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-915607935953463029?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/915607935953463029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/maturidade-me-permite-olhar-com-menos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/915607935953463029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/915607935953463029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/maturidade-me-permite-olhar-com-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igvMQ2KUle0/TzmGa6rXgNI/AAAAAAAABMU/CDZhw4JSlUk/s72-c/4217427271px5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-4852048634902450176</id><published>2012-02-08T22:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:06:52.739-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nélio da Silva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcIgze4Q35k/TzMN9PAlTSI/AAAAAAAABMM/0tNtRZF2FkU/s1600/d2130a2f5173cea08a6431eb211c7111425f4f69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcIgze4Q35k/TzMN9PAlTSI/AAAAAAAABMM/0tNtRZF2FkU/s400/d2130a2f5173cea08a6431eb211c7111425f4f69.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"É muito melhor se sentir exausto em função de um grande esforço do que se cansar por não fazer nada. Depois de investir seu melhor no esforço para concretizar um determinado projeto, você poderá recarregar as suas baterias mediante um apropriado período de descanso e recuperação das energias. Contudo, quando a sua exaustão vem como resultado da falta de realização, descansar – decididamente – não é a resposta. Algumas vezes, quando você está cansado, isso pode muito bem significar que você precisa empreender uma ação."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Nélio da Silva)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-4852048634902450176?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4852048634902450176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-muito-melhor-se-sentir-exausto-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/4852048634902450176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/4852048634902450176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-muito-melhor-se-sentir-exausto-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xcIgze4Q35k/TzMN9PAlTSI/AAAAAAAABMM/0tNtRZF2FkU/s72-c/d2130a2f5173cea08a6431eb211c7111425f4f69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1628814121064963019</id><published>2012-02-02T21:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:10:02.512-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dom Miguel Ruiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_74naAxbLE/TysXweBmktI/AAAAAAAABME/lkl-SCFtQyM/s1600/Ana-Jacomo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_74naAxbLE/TysXweBmktI/AAAAAAAABME/lkl-SCFtQyM/s400/Ana-Jacomo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Quando você ouve uma opiniãao e acredita nela, faz um pacto e ela passa a fazer parte de seu conjunto de crenças. A única maneira de quebrar esse pacto é fazer outro, baseado na verdade. Só a verdade tem o poder de libertar você."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-1628814121064963019?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1628814121064963019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/quando-voce-ouve-uma-opiniaao-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1628814121064963019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1628814121064963019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/quando-voce-ouve-uma-opiniaao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_74naAxbLE/TysXweBmktI/AAAAAAAABME/lkl-SCFtQyM/s72-c/Ana-Jacomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-2490579083883214923</id><published>2012-02-02T20:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:57:11.505-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1yXIvfgPUA/TysUMAWIG1I/AAAAAAAABL0/vzGCeL0n30U/s1600/pai_filho1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1yXIvfgPUA/TysUMAWIG1I/AAAAAAAABL0/vzGCeL0n30U/s400/pai_filho1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que você não precisa se esforçar tanto para lembrar-se de quantos acontecimentos alegres e bons vem acumulando ao longo de sua vida, mas às vezes, simplesmente nos esquecemos de reavivar essas boas lembranças. Agradeça por todas elas, bendiga a sua vida e será digno de&amp;nbsp; bençãos ainda mais grandiosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pratique a gratidão do profundo do seu coração a cada novo dia, seja pelo simples fato de estar respirando neste momento ou pelas inúmeras maravilhas que estão ao seu redor e que você até sabe, mas acha tão natural te-las que até se esquece de agradecer. Mesmo num momento de dificuldade, quando tudo parecer cinza, encontre motivos para expressar sua gratidão à Deus, você certamente verá que muito em breve as cores voltarão a fazer parte de sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meus beijos carinhosos e minha gratidão por você estar aqui neste momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-2490579083883214923?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2490579083883214923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/sei-que-voce-nao-precisa-se-esforcar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2490579083883214923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2490579083883214923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/02/sei-que-voce-nao-precisa-se-esforcar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1yXIvfgPUA/TysUMAWIG1I/AAAAAAAABL0/vzGCeL0n30U/s72-c/pai_filho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-4744046729779150495</id><published>2012-01-29T17:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:56:17.348-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“O melhor do abraço é o charme de fazer com que a eternidade caiba em segundos. A mágica de possibilitar que duas pessoas visitem o céu no mesmo instante.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Ana Jácomo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-4744046729779150495?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/4744046729779150495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-melhor-do-abraco-e-o-charme-de-fazer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/4744046729779150495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/4744046729779150495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-melhor-do-abraco-e-o-charme-de-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hRwa1Vb9xU/TyWjgzxRKyI/AAAAAAAABLs/_QhmiaQ8lpw/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1473316183232284603</id><published>2012-01-29T17:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:53:57.434-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPx6vDHjZbk/TyWhXG_RlvI/AAAAAAAABK8/7NVQcqHTZco/s1600/376348_286690101374843_100001015676349_871555_132899659_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPx6vDHjZbk/TyWhXG_RlvI/AAAAAAAABK8/7NVQcqHTZco/s400/376348_286690101374843_100001015676349_871555_132899659_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foto: Google - autor não identificado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembre-se que os seus sonhos e planos só se tornarão reais, quando você se conscientizar do seu merecimento para a concretização de todos eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acreditar no seu próprio merecimento é a chave para abrir e permitir inúmeras realizações na sua vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pense nisso!!! Linda semana para você!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sandra Saboia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-1473316183232284603?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1473316183232284603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/foto-google-autor-nao-identificado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1473316183232284603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1473316183232284603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/foto-google-autor-nao-identificado.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zPx6vDHjZbk/TyWhXG_RlvI/AAAAAAAABK8/7NVQcqHTZco/s72-c/376348_286690101374843_100001015676349_871555_132899659_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1031927014421781882</id><published>2012-01-27T18:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:09:23.942-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nélio da Silva'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1CKK-ZyqN8/TyMLUPXOEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/r7W_NqXO8lg/s1600/huge.69.345607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1CKK-ZyqN8/TyMLUPXOEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/r7W_NqXO8lg/s400/huge.69.345607.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"É natural ser negativo. Mas isso não significa que você deva deixar a negatividade controlar a sua vida. É normal se preocupar. Porém a preocupação não realiza absolutamente nada uma vez que existe maneiras muito melhores de usar o seu tempo e sua energia.&lt;br /&gt;
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A situação em que você se encontra poderia ser muito pior, porém as chances dela melhorar são muito melhores. Você não sabe o que o futuro irá lhe trazer. Portanto, a sua melhor estratégia é se manter positivo e retirar o melhor do presente. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(Nélio da Silva)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-1031927014421781882?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1031927014421781882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-natural-ser-negativo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1031927014421781882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1031927014421781882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-natural-ser-negativo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l1CKK-ZyqN8/TyMLUPXOEdI/AAAAAAAABK0/r7W_NqXO8lg/s72-c/huge.69.345607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-643362103624451883</id><published>2012-01-24T20:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:47:40.444-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9buLFC-4mZY/Tx807D8civI/AAAAAAAABKc/_DaMdgbkJFg/s1600/Balas-de-Coracao_noivachicblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9buLFC-4mZY/Tx807D8civI/AAAAAAAABKc/_DaMdgbkJFg/s400/Balas-de-Coracao_noivachicblog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhV1U_B0BUU/Tx80912im1I/AAAAAAAABKk/70qqWfsDnE8/s1600/2531969103_76c9fa9384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhV1U_B0BUU/Tx80912im1I/AAAAAAAABKk/70qqWfsDnE8/s400/2531969103_76c9fa9384.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;"A gente todos os dias arruma os cabelos: por que não o coração?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;(Provérbio Chinês) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-643362103624451883?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/643362103624451883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/gente-todos-os-dias-arruma-os-cabelos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/643362103624451883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/643362103624451883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/gente-todos-os-dias-arruma-os-cabelos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9buLFC-4mZY/Tx807D8civI/AAAAAAAABKc/_DaMdgbkJFg/s72-c/Balas-de-Coracao_noivachicblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-5271742899994317943</id><published>2012-01-24T20:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:40:54.885-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Hay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Abençoe sua casa. Ponha amor em cada canto, de modo que sua casa responda amorosamente com aconhego e conforto. Fique em paz."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Quando você reconhecer que é um ser humano que às vezes comete erros, não vai mais se deixar seduzir pela ilusão da vaidade."&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Muita gente se aproxima de mim e diz: Eu tenho um sonho, quero torná-lo realidade! Estremeço. Freqüentemente, o sonho é bonito, tanto como uma casa bem pintada. Mas sem alicerces. As paredes racham, a casa cai repentinamente, e a pessoa fica só com entulho. Lamenta-se. Na minha área profissional, isso é muito comum.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Outras não colocam portas. Qualquer um entra na vida delas.Tenho um amigo que não sabe dizer não (a palavra não é tão mágica quanto uma porta blindada). Empresta seu dinheiro e nunca recebe. Namora mulheres problemáticas.Vive cercado de pessoas que sugam suas energias como autênticos vampiros emocionais.Outro dia lhe perguntei: Por que deixa tanta gente ruim se aproximar de você? Garante que no próximo ano será diferente. Nada mudará enquanto não consertar a casa de sua vida. São comuns as pessoas que não pensam no telhado. Vivem como se os dias de tempestade jamais chegassem.Quando chove, a casa delas se alaga.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ao contrário das que só cuidam dos alicerces, não se preocupam com o dia de amanhã. Certa vez uma amiga conseguiu vender um terreno valioso recebido em herança. Comentei: Agora você pode comprar um apartamento para morar. Preferiu alugar uma mansão. Mobiliou. Durante meses morou como uma rainha. Quase um ano depois, já não tinha dinheiro para botar um bife na mesa!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aproveito as festas de fim de ano para examinar a casa que construí.Alguma parede rachou porque tomei uma atitude contra meus princípios? Deixei alguma telha quebrada? Há um assunto pendente me incomodando como uma goteira? Minha porta tem uma chave para ser bem fechada quando preciso, mas também para ser aberta quando vierem as pessoas que amo?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; É um bom momento para decidir o que consertar. Para mudar alguma coisa e tornar a casa mais agradável. Sou envolvido por um sentimento muito especial. Ao longo dos anos, cada pessoa constrói sua casa. O bom é que sempre se pode reformar, arrumar, decorar! E na eterna oportunidade de recomeçar reside a grande beleza de ser o arquiteto da própria vida. "&lt;br /&gt;
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(Walcyr Carrasco)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-2918329795486485569?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2918329795486485569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/nesta-epoca-gosto-de-tratar-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2918329795486485569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2918329795486485569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/nesta-epoca-gosto-de-tratar-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbHso5XCvGc/TxoDZhnsHsI/AAAAAAAABJ8/cD92i1z_V2E/s72-c/2783220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-8017746216663632683</id><published>2012-01-16T20:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:59:30.789-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iyanla Vanzant'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkmbbfG7n_Q/TxSrugBpxRI/AAAAAAAABJs/a5ap0rTHjhA/s1600/Passaros+Livres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkmbbfG7n_Q/TxSrugBpxRI/AAAAAAAABJs/a5ap0rTHjhA/s400/Passaros+Livres.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Até hoje você pode ter se sentido sobrecarregado, tentando fazer tudo sozinho. Só por hoje peça a Deus para aliviar alguns de seus fardos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Iyanla Vanzant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-8017746216663632683?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8017746216663632683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/ate-hoje-voce-pode-ter-se-sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8017746216663632683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8017746216663632683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/ate-hoje-voce-pode-ter-se-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OkmbbfG7n_Q/TxSrugBpxRI/AAAAAAAABJs/a5ap0rTHjhA/s72-c/Passaros+Livres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1656079844811009254</id><published>2012-01-06T22:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:00:32.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol das mudanças!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5bceEGdeBk/TweMkBB62hI/AAAAAAAABJk/DIF3gD7aUJ4/s1600/3100olhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5bceEGdeBk/TweMkBB62hI/AAAAAAAABJk/DIF3gD7aUJ4/s400/3100olhos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foto: Google Images - autor não identificado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Tenha coragem de assumir o controle da situação não arrume mais desculpas para fazer o que deve ser feito, sei que as vezes uma vacina dói ao extremo, e certas injeções são de desanimar, mas você sabe; a doença é bem pior!&lt;br /&gt;
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Por isso, é hora de vacinar as situações, aplicar medicamento em cada desilusão,fazer uma assepsia completa no coração, e curar velhas feridas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenha coragem para dizer não, chega, basta! Palavras que estão presas no seu orgulho, palavras que se encerram na sua pseudo-bondade. Seja bom com você! Esse é o princípio da felicidade completa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; - Eu me amo e posso amar plenamente aos outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Não invente! Ninguém pode dar o que não tem. Por isso, ofereça apenas o seu melhor, e dos outros espere apenas o que é real, o que eles podem oferecer de fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; E por favor, não sofra por antecipação, se parece que vai chover, espere a chuva começar, pois antes disso, o sol pode surgir do nada, pois ele estava lá, apenas encoberto pelas nuvens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Assim é o sol da sua vida, ele brilha, ele está aquecendo, ele está lá, talvez você não esteja enxergando-o por causa das nuvens escuras e pesadas,que de vez em quando a vida atrai. Mas, o vento da persistência vai se encarregar de soprar para bem longe, e o sol vai brilhar ainda mais forte, e iluminar esse caminho pleno e rico, que é a sua história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Não tenha medo de assumir a direção da sua vida!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
(Paulo Roberto Gaefke)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-1656079844811009254?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1656079844811009254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/sol-das-mudancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1656079844811009254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1656079844811009254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/sol-das-mudancas.html' title='Sol das mudanças!'/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v5bceEGdeBk/TweMkBB62hI/AAAAAAAABJk/DIF3gD7aUJ4/s72-c/3100olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-3038973403592668016</id><published>2012-01-05T23:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:28:12.741-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaJjd2gZeY0/TwZNUE8VStI/AAAAAAAABJI/vevv8I9JOaU/s1600/103547334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaJjd2gZeY0/TwZNUE8VStI/AAAAAAAABJI/vevv8I9JOaU/s400/103547334.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foto: Getty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Cada obstáculo que você superar é um passo em direção à grandeza. Aprenda com os obstáculos, pois eles o fortalecem para enfrentar barreiras em seu caminho para o sucesso."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Tavis Smiley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-3038973403592668016?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3038973403592668016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/foto-getty-images-cada-obstaculo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3038973403592668016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3038973403592668016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2012/01/foto-getty-images-cada-obstaculo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaJjd2gZeY0/TwZNUE8VStI/AAAAAAAABJI/vevv8I9JOaU/s72-c/103547334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-2539231324288591535</id><published>2011-12-29T21:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:35:48.297-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentes de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8vxzpqhzWc/Tvz5NfVNjNI/AAAAAAAABIY/sjFAJ3feKGA/s1600/tumblr_llrjnqg98o1qhj86oo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8vxzpqhzWc/Tvz5NfVNjNI/AAAAAAAABIY/sjFAJ3feKGA/s400/tumblr_llrjnqg98o1qhj86oo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foto: Google - autor não identificado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que o ano que se encerra tenha sido muito proveitoso e pleno de conquistas... que você tenha conquistado novos amigos, muitos sorrisos, novos aprendizados, que tenha aprendido a gostar mais de si mesmo, que tenha aprendido a entender um pouco mais o outro e a si próprio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que a vida tenha sido vivida da melhor maneira possível, sem tanto sofrer, sem tanto culpar-se, sem tanto cobrar-se... que você tenha tido tempo de curtir-se, de ouvir-se, de sentir seu próprio coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mesmo diante de adversidades você tenha tido entendimento e clareza para aceitá-las, força e fé para superá-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que os maiores presentes tenham sido abraços afetuosos de pessoas queridas, que você tenha conseguido enxergar as flores por onde passou - porque elas sempre estão por onde quer que vá -, tenha ouvido canto de passáros, tenha admirado-se com os inúmeros céus azuis de cada dia ensolarado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Que tudo isso e muito mais tenha feito parte de cada dia do ano que se finda, mas se por acaso alguma coisa ficou para trás, tudo bem, você tem um novo ano inteiro para fazer novamente o que julga não ter feito tão bem e para fazer coisas que não conseguiu fazer... e com certeza será muito melhor, depende de você!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Considere que todo o aprendizado desse ano não foi em vão, nada nessa vida é em vão... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Sandra Saboia)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo! Saúde, Paz e Amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-2539231324288591535?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2539231324288591535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/presentes-de-2011.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2539231324288591535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2539231324288591535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/presentes-de-2011.html' title='Presentes de 2011'/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8vxzpqhzWc/Tvz5NfVNjNI/AAAAAAAABIY/sjFAJ3feKGA/s72-c/tumblr_llrjnqg98o1qhj86oo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1205603597872871018</id><published>2011-12-28T23:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:38:53.174-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Hay'/><title type='text'>Elogie-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5j5mhUBJZZ4/TvvEVEXYyQI/AAAAAAAABIM/_9_MTOoZSsE/s1600/36916141614205687016321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5j5mhUBJZZ4/TvvEVEXYyQI/AAAAAAAABIM/_9_MTOoZSsE/s400/36916141614205687016321.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foto: Google - autor não identificado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Elogie-se! Por favor, elogie-se! A crítica destrói a autoestima e o elogio levanta. Então, elogie-se o mais que puder, dizendo como você faz bem aquilo que faz. Não desvalorize os pequenos avanços, as conquistas quase imperceptíveis em nome dos grandes feitos e vitórias que você fantasia como possíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você deve conhecer pessoas que parecem ter um compromisso com a infelicidade. Muitas se recusam a investir qualquer esforço para criar uma vida melhor porque, por razões provavelmente originadas na infância, não se sentem merecedoras. Se for esse seu caso, comece a investir para mudar a situação. Ame-se e não dependa de ninguém para lhe dizer se você merece ou não as coisas boas da vida. Você já não é mais criança que precisa de um adulto para alimentá-la, você é capaz de buscar seu próprio alimento."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;(do livro "Aprendendo a gostar de si mesmo" - Louise Hay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-1205603597872871018?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1205603597872871018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/elogie-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1205603597872871018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1205603597872871018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/elogie-se.html' title='Elogie-se!'/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5j5mhUBJZZ4/TvvEVEXYyQI/AAAAAAAABIM/_9_MTOoZSsE/s72-c/36916141614205687016321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1678196907605852430</id><published>2011-12-26T22:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:19:34.198-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhSuS_JT688/TvkOubS4IbI/AAAAAAAABIA/6Pe5V4-YUTk/s1600/tumblr_lj9f2wNKzY1qcd836o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhSuS_JT688/TvkOubS4IbI/AAAAAAAABIA/6Pe5V4-YUTk/s400/tumblr_lj9f2wNKzY1qcd836o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Em  lugar de fugir do dia de hoje, retire dele o que há de melhor. Não há  necessidade de você se apressar em direção ao futuro. Nem há tampouco  benefício algum em viver no passado. Hoje é tudo o que você tem. Este é  um tempo singular, e ele é seu para vivê-lo e desfrutá-lo. &lt;br /&gt;
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Descontraia-se, viva e desfrute. Não existe sentido algum em estar  frustrado em relação àquilo que você ainda não tem. Em vez disso aprecie  aquilo que você tem, que lhe chegou graciosamente às mãos. O que você  tem é suficiente para que você se movimente na direção que deseja. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje é o Dia que Deus está lhe dando para viver. Uma nova página está se  iniciando em sua vida. Você pode trabalhar, planejar e construir seu  futuro, mas você não pode vivê-lo e desfrutá-lo. A hora de viver, o  tempo para retirar o melhor da vida é o instante presente. Viva,  desfrute, alegre-se pelo precioso dom de viver, e faça do dia de hoje o  melhor que pode fazer." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que ao relembrarmos o nascimento de JESUS que humanizou-se para nos mostrar o 'rosto' de Seu Pai, possamos também reavivar o nosso lado divino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que tenhamos a coragem de sempre abraçar o outro e demonstrar o nosso afeto, que possamos sempre entender e aceita-lo como fazemos nesse tempo de tréguas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que o nosso Natal seja todos os dias, ao estendermos a mão ao outro, ao ouvirmos a palavra de sofrimento de nosso irmão, ao encararmos a vida com alegria e fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que o tempo de Paz que nos arrebata em cada Natal, fique conosco em cada dia do novo ano, em cada dia de nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peça com seu coração aberto: fica comigo JESUS, caminha comigo JESUS... Assim, o amor sempre estará contigo, a paz sempre estará contigo, a luz sempre estará contigo e você perceberá que todos os dias serão um Natal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz Natal!!! Deus está contigo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos muito carinhosos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" Deus faz a coisa certa no momento certo. E que diferença isso faz! Quando você acredita na providência divina, pode aproveitar o momento presente."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Max Lucado) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Uma benção receber amor.  Mas quando a gente dói, a gente precisa saber formas de cuidar da própria dor, com o jeito carinhoso com que gostaríamos de ser cuidados pelos outros,  com a delicadeza com que cuidamos de outras pessoas.  A gente precisa se ter, antes de tudo.  O beijo precisa começar em nós."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Ana Jacomo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-8905348863106843622?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8905348863106843622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-bencao-receber-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8905348863106843622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8905348863106843622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-bencao-receber-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0GUFlpkfjU/TvErI7yZxLI/AAAAAAAABHA/63x_Xup2G1I/s72-c/tumblr_lghs0kmtIC1qciek8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1584396778493724436</id><published>2011-12-17T10:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:25:49.779-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cecilia Meireles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9yASxcVUNA/TuyI7Er9VcI/AAAAAAAABG4/LrGXdYZvAzc/s1600/m%25C3%25A3os+sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9yASxcVUNA/TuyI7Er9VcI/AAAAAAAABG4/LrGXdYZvAzc/s400/m%25C3%25A3os+sol.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;"Não digas onde acaba o dia.&lt;br /&gt;
Onde começa a noite.&lt;br /&gt;
Não fales palavras vãs.&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
Não digas onde começa a Terra,&lt;br /&gt;
Onde termina o céu&lt;br /&gt;
Não digas até onde és tu.&lt;br /&gt;
Não digas desde onde és Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
Não fales palavras vãs.&lt;br /&gt;
Desfaze-te da vaidade triste de falar.&lt;br /&gt;
Pensa,completamente silencioso,&lt;br /&gt;
Até a glória de ficar silencioso,&lt;br /&gt;
Sem pensar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;(Cecília Meireles) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-1584396778493724436?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1584396778493724436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-necessario-abrir-os-olhos-e-perceber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1584396778493724436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1584396778493724436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-necessario-abrir-os-olhos-e-perceber.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9yASxcVUNA/TuyI7Er9VcI/AAAAAAAABG4/LrGXdYZvAzc/s72-c/m%25C3%25A3os+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-2567841042741696601</id><published>2011-12-17T10:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:14:27.254-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Hay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD70FozNQ6c/TuyHlQpazNI/AAAAAAAABGw/DBwKNH2u_1M/s1600/M%25C3%2583OS+DADAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD70FozNQ6c/TuyHlQpazNI/AAAAAAAABGw/DBwKNH2u_1M/s400/M%25C3%2583OS+DADAS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Você não pode aprender pelos outros. Eles precisam fazer o trabalho sozinhos e o farão quanto estiverem prontos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Louise Hay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-2567841042741696601?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2567841042741696601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/voce-nao-pode-aprender-pelos-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2567841042741696601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2567841042741696601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/voce-nao-pode-aprender-pelos-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hD70FozNQ6c/TuyHlQpazNI/AAAAAAAABGw/DBwKNH2u_1M/s72-c/M%25C3%2583OS+DADAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-2238312625130059800</id><published>2011-12-13T22:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:25:00.834-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Shakespeare'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nyAexsA2UBY/Tufsz-0PSrI/AAAAAAAABGg/zTAIIoXoVUw/s1600/75bf40527316a20f415a2f88b41d8c075aaf4aec.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nyAexsA2UBY/Tufsz-0PSrI/AAAAAAAABGg/zTAIIoXoVUw/s400/75bf40527316a20f415a2f88b41d8c075aaf4aec.jpeg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha. Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens, poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(William&amp;nbsp; Shakespeare)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-2238312625130059800?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/2238312625130059800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/aprende-que-maturidade-tem-mais-ver-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2238312625130059800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/2238312625130059800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/aprende-que-maturidade-tem-mais-ver-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nyAexsA2UBY/Tufsz-0PSrI/AAAAAAAABGg/zTAIIoXoVUw/s72-c/75bf40527316a20f415a2f88b41d8c075aaf4aec.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-7253296916010027057</id><published>2011-12-13T21:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:59:49.449-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjXDAUAbvw/TufmyHy4CWI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Gc8KwgKwCnw/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjXDAUAbvw/TufmyHy4CWI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Gc8KwgKwCnw/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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" O paraíso está dentro de você. Não tem nada a ver com o que os outros pensam, e sim com o que você escolhe pensar. Perdoar as pessoas é o seu bilhete para o paraíso e o único de volta para casa. "&lt;br /&gt;
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(Marianne Williamson)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-7253296916010027057?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/7253296916010027057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-paraiso-esta-dentro-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/7253296916010027057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/7253296916010027057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-paraiso-esta-dentro-de-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjXDAUAbvw/TufmyHy4CWI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Gc8KwgKwCnw/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-5944148251347861236</id><published>2011-12-02T16:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:20:50.679-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hGYJesderlw/TtkW2ReOWHI/AAAAAAAABGI/EHO21ynbiNI/s1600/papai+noel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hGYJesderlw/TtkW2ReOWHI/AAAAAAAABGI/EHO21ynbiNI/s400/papai+noel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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E começa dezembro e a correria de mais um Natal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-5944148251347861236?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5944148251347861236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-comeca-dezembro-e-correria-de-mais-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/5944148251347861236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/5944148251347861236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-comeca-dezembro-e-correria-de-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hGYJesderlw/TtkW2ReOWHI/AAAAAAAABGI/EHO21ynbiNI/s72-c/papai+noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-3657983489308213813</id><published>2011-11-30T20:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:03:34.345-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sêneca'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSoEPQ1PLN0/TtaoCul4bII/AAAAAAAABF4/Uq1MML29j-k/s1600/2ac745aa323886c0a1be5074de6992292673d309.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSoEPQ1PLN0/TtaoCul4bII/AAAAAAAABF4/Uq1MML29j-k/s400/2ac745aa323886c0a1be5074de6992292673d309.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;"Apressa-te a viver bem e pensa que cada dia é, por si só, uma vida."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;(Sêneca) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-3657983489308213813?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3657983489308213813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/apressa-te-viver-bem-e-pensa-que-cada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3657983489308213813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3657983489308213813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/apressa-te-viver-bem-e-pensa-que-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSoEPQ1PLN0/TtaoCul4bII/AAAAAAAABF4/Uq1MML29j-k/s72-c/2ac745aa323886c0a1be5074de6992292673d309.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-5451455167231135121</id><published>2011-11-29T16:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:29:04.887-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dom Miguel Ruiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf1qkOMz0-E/TtUjc67GJzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/x2RhRvh9zsE/s1600/relacao_mae-bebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf1qkOMz0-E/TtUjc67GJzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/x2RhRvh9zsE/s400/relacao_mae-bebe.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" Se houver amor em seus olhos, você verá amor aonde quer que vá. As árvores são feitas com amor. Os animais são feitos com amor. Tudo é feito com amor. Quando você enxerga com os olhos do amor, vê Deus em toda parte. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Dom Miguel Ruiz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-5451455167231135121?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/5451455167231135121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-houver-amor-em-seus-olhos-voce-vera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/5451455167231135121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/5451455167231135121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-houver-amor-em-seus-olhos-voce-vera.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf1qkOMz0-E/TtUjc67GJzI/AAAAAAAABFQ/x2RhRvh9zsE/s72-c/relacao_mae-bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-1443232622951547341</id><published>2011-11-20T21:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:14:49.742-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nietzsche'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a61EvCgGRpI/TsmJ1b-liCI/AAAAAAAABFI/fhlIAYi6F3o/s1600/balanco-dentro-de-casa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a61EvCgGRpI/TsmJ1b-liCI/AAAAAAAABFI/fhlIAYi6F3o/s400/balanco-dentro-de-casa.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;"A objeção, o desvio, a desconfiança alegre, a vontade de troçar são sinais de saúde: tudo o que é absoluto pertence à patologia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/friedrich_nietzsche/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Nietzsche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-1443232622951547341?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/1443232622951547341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/objecao-o-desvio-desconfianca-alegre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1443232622951547341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/1443232622951547341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/objecao-o-desvio-desconfianca-alegre.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a61EvCgGRpI/TsmJ1b-liCI/AAAAAAAABFI/fhlIAYi6F3o/s72-c/balanco-dentro-de-casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-5624027145759935069</id><published>2011-11-19T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T17:08:36.797-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHDfCDE1Exg/Tsf8tPGMZ2I/AAAAAAAABEI/t63B4E3TbYg/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHDfCDE1Exg/Tsf8tPGMZ2I/AAAAAAAABEI/t63B4E3TbYg/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Foto: Sandra Saboia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Tire um tempo para relaxar, ficar quieto e desfrutar a solidão, presentando-se com o tão necessário cuidado com você mesmo."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Doreen Virtue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-8444637532800405452?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8444637532800405452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/coragem-as-vezes-e-desapego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8444637532800405452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8444637532800405452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/coragem-as-vezes-e-desapego.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-rBQn9z2io/Tsfv4Op8O3I/AAAAAAAABEA/UoBT25ysFxk/s72-c/Quem-e-voce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-354488682574670937</id><published>2011-11-18T15:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:43:20.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7S8I1G1g-E/TsaVOQNeW-I/AAAAAAAABDY/UDFEKzMkD0c/s1600/0da4ef17c09cc3c7ae0aac7e6953c8024152b92b.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7S8I1G1g-E/TsaVOQNeW-I/AAAAAAAABDY/UDFEKzMkD0c/s400/0da4ef17c09cc3c7ae0aac7e6953c8024152b92b.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Hoje estou com aquela saudade&lt;br /&gt;
de um momento que não sei ao certo onde ficou...&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez na infância,&lt;br /&gt;
quando as coisas eram mais fáceis ,&lt;br /&gt;
quando não se tinha tanto para preocupar...&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez daqueles dias,&lt;br /&gt;
em que a única preocupação era saber&lt;br /&gt;
qual seria a próxima brincadeira e mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez daquele colo de mãe que por si só já se bastava...&lt;br /&gt;
Saudade daquele tempo em que a gente nem pensava em ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;
porque a felicidade já era inerente à nossa vida."&lt;br /&gt;
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(Sandra Saboia)&lt;br /&gt;
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"Vai sem direção&lt;br /&gt;
Vai ser livre&lt;br /&gt;
A tristeza não, não resiste&lt;br /&gt;
Solte seus cabelos ao vento não olhe pra trás&lt;br /&gt;
Ouça o barulhinho que o tempo no seu peito faz&lt;br /&gt;
Faça sua dor dançar, atenção para escutar esse movimento que trás paz&lt;br /&gt;
cada folha que cair, cada nuvem que passar&lt;br /&gt;
Ouve a terra respirar pelas portas e janelas das casas&lt;br /&gt;
Atenção para escutar o que você quer saber de verdade."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico feliz por estar aqui, no TEMPO DE VIVER, comemorando mais um ano de blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como já relatei inúmeras vezes, amo muito este espaço e podem ter certeza que cada postagem tem uma&amp;nbsp; preocupação&amp;nbsp; e um carinho todo especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agradeço aos que estão sempre por aqui e desejo imensa felicidade e conquistas a todos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos carinhosos e que venha mais um ano!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-8420631021592623269?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/8420631021592623269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/celebrando-o-2o-ano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8420631021592623269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/8420631021592623269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/celebrando-o-2o-ano.html' title='Celebrando o 2o. ano!!!'/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnuszdsplTg/TsRVKeSKYYI/AAAAAAAABDA/8Nh90QOxkYA/s72-c/Respira%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-3387337933818177525</id><published>2011-11-16T10:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:31:10.893-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Hay'/><title type='text'>Direito ou merecimento? (Louise Hay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWFSDKxa67s/TsOs_864ijI/AAAAAAAABC4/iDvUjiEe_A4/s1600/tender_flower_by_vallendester.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWFSDKxa67s/TsOs_864ijI/AAAAAAAABC4/iDvUjiEe_A4/s400/tender_flower_by_vallendester.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Há uma diferença entre ter direito ao amor e merecer amor. Se pensarmos na respiração, compreenderemos melhor o que quero dizer com isso. A respiração é uma função natural de qualquer ser vivo. Ninguém precisa conquistar a respiração, ela é um direito. O mesmo acontece com o amor. Assim como temos o direito de respirar simplemente porque existimos, temos todo o direito de ser amados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa distinção entre ter direito e merecer amor é importante. O direito é algo que está em nós e faz parte de nosso ser. O merecimento é algo a ser conquistado a partir de nossos esforços. A pessoa que, desde a infância, não recebe amor dos que a cercam, ou tem esse amor condicionado a determinados comportamentos para atender às exigências externas, é capaz de crescer desconhecendo que tem direito ao amor. E por isso se empenha desesperadamente para merecer amor, desenvolvendo pensamentos negativos sobre si mesma, desconhecendo e mesmo negando o direito que tem ao amor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(do livro "Aprendendo a gostar de si mesmo" - Louise Hay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797706688344034497-3387337933818177525?l=tempodeviver2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/feeds/3387337933818177525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/direito-ou-merecimento-louise-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3387337933818177525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797706688344034497/posts/default/3387337933818177525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tempodeviver2.blogspot.com/2011/11/direito-ou-merecimento-louise-hay.html' title='Direito ou merecimento? (Louise Hay)'/><author><name>Sandrinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00185054420258274653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vGP1keTyTc8/S5J-OWr_SvI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ettMV8K2JB4/S220/IMG_0024c.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWFSDKxa67s/TsOs_864ijI/AAAAAAAABC4/iDvUjiEe_A4/s72-c/tender_flower_by_vallendester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797706688344034497.post-5682446525582484677</id><published>2011-11-15T11:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:39:04.315-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YQuyoLbIOw/TsJrUrK_04I/AAAAAAAABCw/h9-aPEuBCnk/s1600/dani2007_foto_gilson_camargo_ctba_pr_brasil41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YQuyoLbIOw/TsJrUrK_04I/AAAAAAAABCw/h9-aPEuBCnk/s400/dani2007_foto_gilson_camargo_ctba_pr_brasil41.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Mente é casa que não tem paredes, mas nos acostumamos a viver como se tivesse. E, não é raro, passamos temporadas no cômodo mais apertado."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Com seus próprios filhos, você pode reescrever a história, educando-os da maneira que gostaria de ter sido educado. E assim você refaz sua própria trajetória: você cria o futuro, e ao mesmo tempo, recria o passado."&lt;/div&gt;
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Isso é maravilhoso e perfeitamente possível desde que se queira. Sabemos de inúmeros casos em que os maltratos a criança, que consideramos revoltantes e extremamente desumanos, decorrem da incapacidade dos pais de tranporem a barreira do sofrimento que passaram e acabam repetindo o mesmos erros, como forma de 'vingança' pelo que sofreram quando pequenos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Volta e meia, vejo pelas ruas, mães ou pais que falam absurdos aos seus filhos, como se a criança fosse a culpada por tudo de ruim que acontece na vida e diante desse pensamento, acabam agredindo fisica e psicologicamente os pequenos e tornando-os novos revoltados e descontentes no mundo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Infelizmente isso é um ciclo vicioso e enquanto não houver um estancamento desse mal agir, novos 'doentes' da alma surgirão, doentes com uma alma machucada, triste e dolorida. Doença esta, que vemos estampada pelas faces de tantas pessoas que cruzamos todos os dias e em todos os lugares.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Respire... Acalme-se... O mundo está apenas na sua primeira volta e, com
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"Quando você reconhece que suas emoções, assim como as dos outros, às vezes podem ser caprichosas, se torna mais capaz de perdoar e esquecer."&lt;/div&gt;
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Que no trilhar de cada caminho escolhido, possamos sempre olhar e respeitar os que nos acompanham, assim, a jornada será menos pesada para o outro e para nós. Para o outro porque sentir-se-á acolhido e apoiado pelo nosso gesto e para nós porque provavelmente também seremos compreendidos.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Quando criança, por causa de meu caráter impulsivo, tinha raiva à menor provocação.&lt;br /&gt;Na maioria das vezes, depois de um desses incidentes me sentia envergonhado e me esforçava por consolar a quem tinha magoado.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, meu professor me viu pedindo desculpas, depois de uma explosão de raiva, e entregou-me uma folha de papel lisa e me disse:&lt;br /&gt;- A M A S S E – A!&lt;br /&gt;Com medo , obedeci e fiz com ela uma bolinha.&lt;br /&gt;- Agora, deixe-a como estava antes. Voltou a dizer-me.&lt;br /&gt;Óbvio que não pude deixá-la como antes. Por mais que tentasse, o papel continuava cheio de pregas.&lt;br /&gt;O professor me disse, então:&lt;br /&gt;- O coração das pessoas é como esse papel. A impressão que neles deixamos será tão difícil de apagar como esses amassados.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, aprendi a ser mais compreensivo e mais paciente.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto vontade de estourar, lembro daquele papel amassado.&lt;br /&gt;A impressão que deixamos nas pessoas é impossível de apagar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando magoamos alguém com nossas ações ou com nossas palavras, logo queremos consertar o erro, mas é tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já disse, certa vez:&lt;br /&gt;- Fale somente quando suas palavras possam ser tão suaves como o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deixe de falar, por medo da reação do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Acredite, principalmente em seus sentimentos!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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" O gesto supremo de perdão acontece quando você se desculpa por todas as feridas que criou em sua própria vida. O perdão é um ato de amor-próprio. Quando você se perdoa, nasce a auto-aceitação e a auto-estima cresce."&lt;/div&gt;
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" Depois de tantas buscas, encontros, desencontros, acho que a minha mais sincera intenção é me sentir confortável, o máximo que eu puder, estando na minha própria pele. É me sentir confortável, mesmo acessando, vez ou outra, lugares da memória que eu adoraria inacessíveis, tristezas que não cicatrizaram, padrões que eu ainda não soube transformar, embora continue me empenhando para conseguir. "&lt;/div&gt;
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"Todos nós estamos numa jornada, quer tenhamos consciência disso ou não. Estamos viajando para o inevitável fim de nossas vidas. A verdadeira questão é, portanto, se vamos definir um destino e tomar o rumo certo para alcançá-lo, ou se vamos nos deixar levar pela maré, permitindo que outros determinem qual será o nosso fim. A escolha depende inteiramente de nós."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Ninguém nega o valor da educação e que um bom professor é 
imprescindível. Mas, ainda que desejem bons professores para seus 
filhos, poucos pais desejam que seus filhos sejam professores. Isso nos 
mostra o reconhecimento que o trabalho de educar é duro, difícil e 
necessário, mas que permitimos que esses profissionais continuem sendo 
desvalorizados. Apesar de mal remunerados, com baixo prestígio social e 
responsabilizados pelo fracasso da educação, grande parte resiste e 
continua apaixonada pelo seu trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;
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A data é um convite para que todos, pais, alunos, sociedade, repensemos 
nossos papéis e nossas atitudes, pois com elas demonstramos o 
compromisso com a educação que queremos. Aos professores, fica o convite
 para que não descuidem de sua missão de educar, nem desanimem diante 
dos desafios, nem deixem de educar as pessoas para serem “águias” e não 
apenas “galinhas”. Pois, se a educação sozinha não transforma a 
sociedade, sem ela, tampouco, a sociedade muda."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Um dia uma criança chegou diante de um pensador e 
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&amp;nbsp;- Que tamanho tem o universo?&lt;/div&gt;
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Acariciando a cabeça da 
criança,ele olhou para o infinito e respondeu:&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;- O universo tem o tamanho 
do seu mundo.&lt;/div&gt;
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- Que tamanho tem meu 
mundo?&lt;/div&gt;
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- Tem o tamanho dos seus sonhos. Se seus 
sonhos são pequenos, sua visão será pequena, suas metas serão 
limitadas, seus alvos serão diminutos,sua estrada será estreita, sua 
capacidade de suportar as tormentas será frágil. Os sonhos regam a 
existência com sentido.Se seus sonhos são frágeis, sua comida não terá 
sabor, suas primaveras não terão flores, suas manhãs não terão orvalho, sua
 emoção não terá romances. A presença dos sonhos transforma os miseráveis
 em reis, faz dos idosos, jovens, e a ausência deles transforma milionários
 em mendigos faz dos jovens idosos.Os sonhos trazem saúde para a emoção,
 equipam o frágil para ser autor da sua história, fazem os tímidos terem 
golpes de ousadia e os derrotados serem construtores de oportunidades. Sonhe!"&lt;/div&gt;
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"As vezes, as correntes que nos impedem são mais mentais que físicas. Pense, pois muitas vezes estamos amarrados em nada e acreditamos."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Diminua o Passo... Alguma vez você já observou crianças num carrossel? Ou ouviu a chuva batendo no chão? Alguma vez já seguiu o vôo errático de uma borboleta? ...ou fixou o olhar no sol no crepúsculo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
É melhor você diminuir o passo. Não dance tão depressa... o tempo é curto, a música vai acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Você corre através de cada dia voando? Quando você pergunta “Como vai? Você escuta a resposta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Quando o dia finda, você fica deitado na cama, com os próximos afazeres rolando por sua cabeça?&lt;br /&gt;É melhor você diminuir o passo. Não dance tão depressa... o tempo é curto, a música vai acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Você disse alguma vez a uma criança: “Vamos deixar para fazer isto amanhã?" E na sua pressa, não viu a tristeza dela?&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu contato, deixou uma boa amizade morrer porque você nunca tinha tempo para ligar e dizer “Oi” ?&lt;br /&gt;É melhor você diminuir o passo. Não dance tão depressa...o tempo é curto, a música vai acabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Quando você corre tão depressa para chegar a algum lugar, você perde metade da satisfação de chegar lá.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se preocupa e se apressa em seu dia todo, é como se fosse um presente que não foi aberto...&lt;br /&gt;um presente jogado fora!&lt;br /&gt;
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"Quero viver o dia de hoje, como se fosse o primeiro...Como se fosse o último...Como se fosse o único...Quero viver o momento de agora, como se ainda fosse cedo, como se nunca fosse tarde..."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Nunca escreverei uma palavra para lamentar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Meu verso é água corrente, é tronco, é fronde.&lt;br /&gt;É folha, é semente, é vida!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cora Coralina)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Assim como os versos de Cora Coralina, que a vida que hoje vivemos, também tenha essa mágica força para nos impulsionar adiante, que tenha esse imenso vigor como encorajamento para sempre seguir em frente, sem lamentos e lamúrias, mas com coragem e determinação.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Uma ocasião, meu pai pintou a casa toda de alaranjado brilhante. Por muito tempo moramos numa casa, como ele mesmo dizia, constantemente amanhecendo."&lt;/div&gt;
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 a vida sempre siga, com a certeza de que você é que o grande senhor do 
seu destino, de que tudo está em suas mãos, e na vontade de realização 
que depende unicamente de você. Nem sempre a estrada será reta e plana, agradável e sombreada, mas a caminhada o levará até lá."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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Chorar faz bem, mas lembre-se que o desespero das lágrimas pode turvar sua visão e atrapalhar o seu caminhar. Chore sim, para lavar sua alma, mas enxugue as lágrimas para seguir em frente sem atropelos.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Apronto agora os meus pés na estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Ponho-me a caminhar sob sol e vento.&lt;br /&gt;Eles secam as lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Vou ali ser feliz e já volto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"É proibido chorar sem aprender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Levantar-se um dia sem saber o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Ter medo de suas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É proibido não rir dos problemas&lt;br /&gt; Não lutar pelo que se quer,&lt;br /&gt; Abandonar tudo por medo,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Não transformar sonhos em realidade.&lt;br /&gt; É proibido não demonstrar amor&lt;br /&gt; Fazer com que alguém pague por tuas dúvidas e mau-humor.&lt;br /&gt; É proibido deixar os amigos&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Não tentar compreender o que viveram juntos&lt;br /&gt; Chamá-los somente quando necessita deles.&lt;br /&gt; É proibido não ser você mesmo diante das pessoas,&lt;br /&gt; Fingir que elas não te importam,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ser gentil só para que se lembrem de você,&lt;br /&gt; Esquecer aqueles que gostam de você.&lt;br /&gt; É proibido não fazer as coisas por si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt; Não crer em Deus e fazer seu destino,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ter medo da vida e de seus compromissos,&lt;br /&gt; Não viver cada dia como se fosse um último suspiro.&lt;br /&gt; É proibido sentir saudades de alguém sem se alegrar,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Esquecer seus olhos, seu sorriso, só porque seus caminhos se&lt;br /&gt; desencontraram,&lt;br /&gt; Esquecer seu passado e pagá-lo com seu presente.&lt;br /&gt; É proibido não tentar compreender as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt; Pensar que as vidas deles valem mais que a sua,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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" O que fazer para esquecer todos os seus problemas? Você quer simplesmente esquecê-los hoje? Quando você deixa de prestar atenção nos problemas, eles se 'aborrecem' e vão embora."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Coragem, às vezes, é desapego. É parar de se esticar, em vão, para trazer a linha de volta. É permitir que voe sem que nos leve junto. É aceitar que a esperança há muito se desprendeu do sonho. É aceitar doer inteiro até florir de novo. É abençoar o amor, aquele lá, que a gente não alcança mais."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acredite no BEM que circula entre nós, mesmo com tantos acontecimentos ruins que nos ronda, escolha acreditar que a vida é boa e que estamos permeados pelo BEM, dessa forma, uma onda de bons fluídos circulará por onde você for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não há como negar e ignorar os fatos negativos que nos rodeiam, pois a nuvem de negativismo é muito grande, mas estejamos atentos para o pensamento que nos guia e sigamos o caminho da força positiva e de tudo que é bom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Depois de algum tempo, você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas. E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;
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"O que os outros dizem e fazem é uma projeção de sua própria realidade e de seus sonhos. Quando você fica imune às opiniões e atitudes de terceiros, deixa de sofrer desnecessariamente."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A primavera chegará, mesmo que ninguém mais saiba seu
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            sol vai marcando outras sombras; e os habitantes da mata, essas criaturas naturais que
            ainda circulam pelo ar e pelo chão, começam a preparar sua vida para a primavera que
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"E se não quisermos, não pudermos, não soubermos, com palavras, nos dizer um pouco um para o outro, senta ao meu lado assim mesmo. Deixa os nossos olhos se encontrarem vez ou outra até nascer aquele sorriso bom que acontece quando a vida da gente se sente olhada com amor. Senta apenas ao meu lado e deixa o meu silêncio conversar com o seu. Às vezes, a gente nem precisa mesmo de palavras."&lt;/div&gt;
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"Os desafios da alma não são fáceis, mas o crescimento que advém da aceitação desses desafios é sempre compensador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não aceite viver uma vida medíocre só porque é mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo, felizmente, será sempre cheio de desconhecidos: de alturas que nunca foram alcançadas; lugares que nunca foram vistos; idéias que nunca foram pensadas; criações que nunca foram criadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso que sejam imensas alturas, nem fantásticas idéias, nem estupendas criações... Basta que seja um pouco mais que seu limite de agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não caia na tentação de aceitar limites confortáveis, onde procurará simplesmente viver do jeito que der e até quando puder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você se esforçar em ampliar os seus limites, um pouco de cada vez, porém sempre mais, sempre expandindo, descobrirá a verdadeira finalidade da vida e o prazer de vencer o maior dos desafios: superar a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubra o seu caminho, pois ninguém mais pode descobri-lo por você... E siga-o, pois só você pode trilhá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeite seus sonhos e idéias e, nunca, nunca desista deles, pois eles são a única coisa concreta num mundo de sombras em eterna mutação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rosana Zoelner)&lt;/div&gt;
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"Na vida, não vale tanto o 
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Vale o que realizamos com aquilo que possuímos e, acima de tudo, 
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&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt; omo não me lembrar das coisas boas que juntos fizemos:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; rtes e travessuras da sua infância, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt; ongos sermões pelas suas infinitas baguncinhas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt; er que o tempo passou, e saber que você se foi, é triste!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; nfinitamente grandes e eternas, serão as lembranças que terei de você...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;M &lt;/b&gt;eu querido amigo, você sempre estará em meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um lugar organizado, limpo, com espaço livre pra circulação e uma boa entrada de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas casa, pra mim, tem que ser casa e não um centro cirúrgico, um cenário de novela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tem gente que gasta muito tempo limpando, esterilizando, ajeitando os móveis, afofando as almofadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não, eu prefiro viver numa casa onde eu bato o olho e percebo logo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aqui tem vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Casa com vida, pra mim, é aquela em que os livros saem das prateleiras e os enfeites brincam de trocar de lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Casa com vida tem fogão gasto pelo uso, pelo abuso das refeições fartas, que chamam todo mundo pra mesa da cozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sofá sem mancha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tapete sem fio puxado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mesa sem marca de copo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tá na cara que é casa sem festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E se o piso não tem arranhão, é porque ali ninguém dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Casa com vida, pra mim, tem banheiro com vapor perfumado no meio da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tem gaveta de entulho, daquelas que a gente guarda barbante, passaporte e vela de aniversário, tudo junto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Casa com vida é aquela em que a gente entra e se sente bem-vinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A que está sempre pronta pros amigos, filhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Netos, pros vizinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E nos quartos, se possível, tem lençóis revirados por gente que brinca ou namora a qualquer hora do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Casa com vida é aquela que a gente arruma pra ficar com a cara da gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Arrume a sua casa todos os dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas arrume de um jeito que lhe sobre tempo pra viver nela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E reconhecer nela o seu lugar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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que fazemos, pois&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1124236231ecxApple-style-span"&gt;aquele que lança flores é o primeiro a se perfumar." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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Olá queridos amigos, permitam-me chamá-los assim, pois penso que a virtualidade acaba criando um certo tipo de amizade diferente daquela que cultivamos no dia a dia, com pessoas próximas e presentes, por aqui raramente se conhece a pessoa, mas o compartilhar de idéias, sentimentos e pensamentos é que fazem essa 'amizade' existir, às vezes num breve momento e em alguns casos perduram por mais tempo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Esses dias percebi o contador de acessos e vi que ele já chegou nos vinte mil, fiquei muito contente por saber que o blog teve tantas visitas nesse tempo em que postei tantos assuntos e pensamentos, tão solitariamente, mas certamente com imensa satisfação e alegria. É sinceramente muito bom escrever sobre temas que valorizo (embora ultimamente não tenha feito tanto isso) e postar pensamentos de pessoas célebres, com as quais aprendo muito, pois para mim, não são só palavras soltas no mundo virtual, cada uma delas passam a ter um novo sentido, uma nova forma de olhar para uma situação ou um problema, tenho certeza que o que posto aqui, é para meu aprendizado e crescimento interior.&lt;/div&gt;
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