"When someone cannot tolerate being wrong they also cannot tolerate growth"

I'm not what happened to me. I'm what I choose to become. Those who look outside, dream. Those who look inside awaken

It's so easy to hate. It takes guts to be gentle and kind.

Does your dog bite?

Never be so nieve as to think a Lion is going to bite his own tail.

Nice knife! Can I play autopsy with it? -- Wednesday Addams

If something doesn't hurt them, They don't care who bleeds.

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@Dynamo Pad Twilight shifted self-consciously "You don't have to bow, you know," she said. " We don't stand on ceremony here." "Okay ponies," Luna called out. "let's get this thing started!" Twilight led the group to the games with the dozen mares, sighing in unison, trailing behind.

"I keep hearing voices inside my head! They tell me to eat my veggies!"

Memory by Fannie Isabelle Sherrick (born 31 May, fl. 1860 – 1880) A treasured link of shining pearls, A by-gone melody, A shower of tears with smiles between-- And this is memory. A thing so light a breath of air May waft its life away; A thing so dark that moments of pain Seem like some endless day. A careless word may wound the heart, And quickly it may die; Yet in the seas of memory Forever it will lie. And sometimes when the tide rolls back Its waves of joy and pain, That careless word, though long forgot, Will wound the heart again. The restless seas of memory Are vast and deep and wide; And every deed that we can know Sleeps in that tireless tide. Upon the thoughtless lives of men Its waves in mockery roll; And sweep a might of bitter pain Across each human soul. And few can stand upon the sands Beside this boundless sea, And say with calm unfaltering voice "It has no grief for me." The passing wave may bear away Our deeds and words untrue; Yet surely as the tide comes in The wrecks will follow too. memoy Stereol.flac

If you make a mistake, press the undo button (sold separately).

You're a really sweet kid

A song for you

@Dynamo Pad "D-don't take it per-personally," said Bluebell. "She's a v-very sensitive pony, and- and I think she ju-ju-just feels over-overwhelmed. I think if you give-give her a chance, she'll w-warm up to you."

@Dynamo Pad For a moment, Moondancer lost her confident posture, like a startled filly. "Oh - um -oh - uh - hi," she said. she could barely touch Dynamo's extended hoof. "I - um - It's - um - nice to - uh - meet you. Please excuse me." She turned and walked briskly away, almost running. "Oh, d-d-d-dear," said Bluebell.

@Dynamo Pad Moondancer wasn't used to this kind of attention. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started to sob. Twilight Sparkle quickly appeared, and gave her a firm and reassuring embrace while the rest of the ponies cheered and applauded. After Moondancer regained her composure, Twilight led her over to Bluebell, who promptly pulled her in, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Y-y-y-you l-look awesome!" "Oh. cut it out, will ya!" said Moondancer. "You're gonna make me cry again! Why do you ponies have to make me cry?" "M-Moondancer," said Bluebell I'd li-like you to m-m-meet my n-new friend, Dynamo Pad"

This man speaks truth.

@Dynamo Pad Lemon Hearts fidgeted bashfully. "I'm alright. Thanks for asking." "Attention every pony," Luna's voice called. Everyone turned toward Princess Luna. "Before we begin," she continued, "you all know that we pitched in and sent Moondancer with Rarity to Manehattan for some fun and a lovely makeover. It is my honor and pleasure to celebrate our friend's return, and present her wonderful new look. "Mares" - Princess Luna looked at Dynamo and smiled "and Gentlecolt, back from Manehattan, I give you Moodancer!" Moondancer came walking humbly through the entrance way, accompanied by a smiling Rarity. The ponies gasped and cheered. Gone was the band that severely propped Moondncer's mane over her head. Her mane was now neatly coiffed, and hung prettily around her face and neck. Gone, too was the prickly sweater that hid her lustrous mustard colored coat. Her soft yellow undercoat created a shimmering effect as she moved. "Oh, my gosh," said Minuette, "She looks amazing!" https://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41200000/Moondancer-my-little-pony-41289221-935-854.png

@Dynamo Pad Meanwhile, in a back corner of the room, Bluebell was just removing an ice pack from Lemon Hearts's nose and patting it dry with a cloth. "I do declare," she said with her slight Appleloosa drawl. "Y-y-y-you get a major c-c-crush on any st-stallion w-with four legs and a t-t-t-t-tail." She gave Lemon Hearts a gentle hug. "Y-you'll be okay. Come on, let-let's join the o-o-others," she said, and they walked back to the group.

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