tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38472148702268833312024-02-22T10:33:43.614-08:00Solta ao VentoBrisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-54208758281565533832012-09-26T13:10:00.001-07:002012-09-26T13:10:28.526-07:00Sorria!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong>É fácil ser agradável quando a vida corre como uma canção, mas o homem digno é o que sorri quando tudo vai mal. Porque o teste do coração é a dificuldade, e ela sempre chega com os anos, e o sorriso que merece os louvores da terra é o que brilha entre lágrimas.</strong> </span></div>
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Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-55072984040503651652012-09-19T12:25:00.000-07:002012-09-19T12:25:00.377-07:00Recomeçar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoR6xTqicDaZ0n7gkAk0v4pJoGmn0qbA4c_RFCB0KDtrBXf0vScr7o7TXQ5hdjN6lXSrkTMG6vDdSv6Cj_KPw9D4lsg9x3ah7aM3h7-uFOZV71h6KOsThGA_3wlKqgxRw83taxGLEYOCYy/s1600/_zc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoR6xTqicDaZ0n7gkAk0v4pJoGmn0qbA4c_RFCB0KDtrBXf0vScr7o7TXQ5hdjN6lXSrkTMG6vDdSv6Cj_KPw9D4lsg9x3ah7aM3h7-uFOZV71h6KOsThGA_3wlKqgxRw83taxGLEYOCYy/s400/_zc.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Nada de desgosto nem de desânimo; </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">se acabas de fracassar, recomeça. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Marco Aurélio - </div><br />
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Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-64148478375097128262012-09-12T13:47:00.002-07:002012-09-12T13:47:50.088-07:00A força do olhar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmW6YBMJ-K7wVVx56Vmd7bP4hhLL_hKT1vnii_Gu0tfl0rw3nnpC6f0gcfIHU7tKphGQ4zB4STFQ2_BJKEXzYpGHkHKlMzWQQn97-Rm4L5qutn6rrVXg8TiFy20qTYtQQCzIPEC_D3X4HD/s1600/_zb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmW6YBMJ-K7wVVx56Vmd7bP4hhLL_hKT1vnii_Gu0tfl0rw3nnpC6f0gcfIHU7tKphGQ4zB4STFQ2_BJKEXzYpGHkHKlMzWQQn97-Rm4L5qutn6rrVXg8TiFy20qTYtQQCzIPEC_D3X4HD/s400/_zb.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Se uma mulher tem brilho nos olhos, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">nenhum homem irá reparar se ela tem rugas em volta deles. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Dolores Del Rio -</div><br />
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Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-66880466041507518812012-09-05T12:35:00.002-07:002012-09-05T12:35:47.428-07:00Morte lenta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOC3bl5F6D2O_NNadevqs_8-GhcP8_HmZOGBf2lXrf9UB4UF73rmxEr8pB8z-h4Fzpn3g6Li8zMN1TUujt2d1waCU7E1SJ0nzCCuZIKtQhNOvNRLwFLT2rDG0fTjyra6ERqt_XLwNI1yo/s1600/_x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOC3bl5F6D2O_NNadevqs_8-GhcP8_HmZOGBf2lXrf9UB4UF73rmxEr8pB8z-h4Fzpn3g6Li8zMN1TUujt2d1waCU7E1SJ0nzCCuZIKtQhNOvNRLwFLT2rDG0fTjyra6ERqt_XLwNI1yo/s400/_x.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Morre lentamente quem não muda de marca, não se arrisca a vestir uma nova cor ou não conversa com quem não conhece. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Pablo Neruda -</div><br />
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Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-6030540861553322392012-08-29T12:14:00.000-07:002012-08-29T12:14:35.277-07:00Ponto de vista<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiKuAE3e6AlnViVUCrlp57qzpdL9I15JT1KPN9Hcv7GldwlgUc9c0-uurtmEaQlQA1Lc3VOBWl6YEmUVVxMeiAcyr3rNzpkhF_65v6sxuuX8Au_m40eySsH45yuC_S_4OqDIcuOW7gq0W/s1600/_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiKuAE3e6AlnViVUCrlp57qzpdL9I15JT1KPN9Hcv7GldwlgUc9c0-uurtmEaQlQA1Lc3VOBWl6YEmUVVxMeiAcyr3rNzpkhF_65v6sxuuX8Au_m40eySsH45yuC_S_4OqDIcuOW7gq0W/s400/_z.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Do ponto de vista do medo, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">ninguém é forte o suficiente.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Immanuel Kant - </div><br />
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Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-40349215579593141732012-08-22T12:38:00.000-07:002012-08-22T12:38:54.909-07:00Problemas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aixqm8fS-bXEwNF0nIYAjXwRv6FT1hFsMmGroLqsehZV-c4QkNqf3pGFmnMCECsAd1Q7ecX_tZQbzdo2UA-ETTg-RnbHLF2fdOyN2iXfwtsZp84TDvcOdPJJ3Qg-ES9vLkCdYKSnM1Se/s1600/_y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-aixqm8fS-bXEwNF0nIYAjXwRv6FT1hFsMmGroLqsehZV-c4QkNqf3pGFmnMCECsAd1Q7ecX_tZQbzdo2UA-ETTg-RnbHLF2fdOyN2iXfwtsZp84TDvcOdPJJ3Qg-ES9vLkCdYKSnM1Se/s400/_y.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Problemas são oportunidades para se demonstrar o que se sabe. Mas lembre-se de que a resposta de ontem pode não ter nada a ver com o problema de hoje.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-37300443219731790382012-08-15T12:27:00.000-07:002012-08-15T12:27:32.353-07:00Felicidade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj004m5qJ7HjqLQFd9OZGGEpSdF3e6LL4fWc39UDrLkkiG3Lt6VjvJDH2SG0WvQYAys9FzcS4klKMOgvDg329Wo3y3z9zLU7l9n1fRqPQMGfe2p0KKLKQBCXN-eUN_HqPrUfNoNlZqWFQGc/s1600/_u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj004m5qJ7HjqLQFd9OZGGEpSdF3e6LL4fWc39UDrLkkiG3Lt6VjvJDH2SG0WvQYAys9FzcS4klKMOgvDg329Wo3y3z9zLU7l9n1fRqPQMGfe2p0KKLKQBCXN-eUN_HqPrUfNoNlZqWFQGc/s400/_u.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Felicidade é como a vida, curta e inesperada.</strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Felicidade <strong>é como a brisa, suave e desejada. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Felicidade<strong> é chorar, sorrir, ao ver um amigo acenar. É sentir-se satisfeito, agir, quando mais um chegar. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Felicidade <strong>é sorrir com pouco sofrer; é fazer desse pouco, todo o motivo para viver. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- autor desconhecido -</div><br />
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Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-87840745748895601342012-08-08T13:38:00.000-07:002012-08-08T13:38:14.933-07:00Vivendo para o outro...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXTwyFWZ5ruXWRPAoxtvKBvuJjDazsOYyWZwVOALGcyTTXdVurXGqMi8WkUHh1wAOsebvrepGBBAm3V1aKNr3yV5uY94pIkvav2g7ZVF6HoJ3iCOv85FNm3y4Vn6F7pS5rAcrmnYv0sgO/s1600/_w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXTwyFWZ5ruXWRPAoxtvKBvuJjDazsOYyWZwVOALGcyTTXdVurXGqMi8WkUHh1wAOsebvrepGBBAm3V1aKNr3yV5uY94pIkvav2g7ZVF6HoJ3iCOv85FNm3y4Vn6F7pS5rAcrmnYv0sgO/s400/_w.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">A árvore não prova a doçura dos próprios frutos; </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">o rio não bebe suas próprias ondas; </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">as nuvens não despejam água sobre si mesma. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-80792066422638535802012-08-01T13:05:00.000-07:002012-08-01T13:05:31.917-07:00Gratidão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_LRd4Zn4-hMZFiDVN5G54q4gCSF9vaWM6lOHW5Gm1-dnbo79pq89GNkfxguJzbVu4LC3YwRH9yeM2aSvm06oDl8ESotMN_joUvEUi2vs__mFHCzaHKuMMzbmZBX2hXdZQNHfUF1vUEH5/s1600/_vsoltaaovento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_LRd4Zn4-hMZFiDVN5G54q4gCSF9vaWM6lOHW5Gm1-dnbo79pq89GNkfxguJzbVu4LC3YwRH9yeM2aSvm06oDl8ESotMN_joUvEUi2vs__mFHCzaHKuMMzbmZBX2hXdZQNHfUF1vUEH5/s400/_vsoltaaovento.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">De todos os sentimentos humanos, a gratidão ilumina mais a alma do beneficiado do que conforta o benfeitor. Porque este, se for sábio, não espera gratidão de ninguém, nem dela necessita, ou condiciona o benefício. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Bolívar de Brito -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-48120665655254322472012-07-25T13:52:00.000-07:002012-07-25T13:52:22.649-07:00Não espere, faça!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflkjWbQWFZY4zBzbDelTjlkMNz6mFbgnoxkMqz4YiK9ZOaxrOsXaixtlXEVYjVoQa2YUI4xBDeHxlPxHSauDjIvcUp_2NNb7gg7VtSdYKof1_LtLuVWqJrtvMIZzvLAvQGardNjc2cOqN/s1600/_r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflkjWbQWFZY4zBzbDelTjlkMNz6mFbgnoxkMqz4YiK9ZOaxrOsXaixtlXEVYjVoQa2YUI4xBDeHxlPxHSauDjIvcUp_2NNb7gg7VtSdYKof1_LtLuVWqJrtvMIZzvLAvQGardNjc2cOqN/s400/_r.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Não espere que os outros construam pra você, planeje e faça! </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Você é responsável pelos próprios sonhos e pela realização destes. Com um pouco de imaginação e um muito de boa vontade podemos reconstruir sozinhos a casa que vamos morar e o futuro que nos oferecemos. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor - </div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-16823421259116079652012-07-18T12:34:00.001-07:002012-07-18T12:34:47.350-07:00Criação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yNEHe-mKzI07xm2_TYHyio9PId2atDNjf9pE_rd0HPk3TZdduzHKBKFdJEr-60rsknBX1dxaqe8f0_yHt8Lrk4FkgshW-_73cMuCzWa9Fq5e4oApBZinqCyD4fiYOtUaBgQDa3xGdLXw/s1600/_t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yNEHe-mKzI07xm2_TYHyio9PId2atDNjf9pE_rd0HPk3TZdduzHKBKFdJEr-60rsknBX1dxaqe8f0_yHt8Lrk4FkgshW-_73cMuCzWa9Fq5e4oApBZinqCyD4fiYOtUaBgQDa3xGdLXw/s400/_t.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Na arte tem importância os que criam almas,</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;"> não os que reproduzem costumes. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Eça de Queiroz - </div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-61617341684555236822012-07-11T13:36:00.000-07:002012-07-11T13:36:08.741-07:00O passar dos anos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTFht6LsoR3L5xoa4O_r01GVc5zB19lrHg5WHK2U2uBiJhnZqEFeus4_aYAyZ4fU7hKma4yecHOja24I85Ya4glQ_QXnLH7IsopuPHP1VuQOu6CDxiqfw8aDG0SlpJBmWWghvptq3MAQN/s1600/_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTFht6LsoR3L5xoa4O_r01GVc5zB19lrHg5WHK2U2uBiJhnZqEFeus4_aYAyZ4fU7hKma4yecHOja24I85Ya4glQ_QXnLH7IsopuPHP1VuQOu6CDxiqfw8aDG0SlpJBmWWghvptq3MAQN/s400/_s.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Não tenha medo da velhice: </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">a alma não tem idade e a mente não envelhece. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Torres Pastorinho -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-1111858759181013992012-07-04T13:35:00.000-07:002012-07-04T13:35:18.864-07:00A essência da vida<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEoRe5SQ5Hj74b7huyIFlJmx-bgqOyrGK55ET1ZOP84IpRKrOzHvDGNbsAetyUz2GWy204rGYO1VGGLJT30JG0UsvN83NdhgeTbMvso6QC22aLWFWxCtUTZskd2SZ78WbgXkhhQnmpn6p/s1600/_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEoRe5SQ5Hj74b7huyIFlJmx-bgqOyrGK55ET1ZOP84IpRKrOzHvDGNbsAetyUz2GWy204rGYO1VGGLJT30JG0UsvN83NdhgeTbMvso6QC22aLWFWxCtUTZskd2SZ78WbgXkhhQnmpn6p/s400/_n.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A essência da vida é saber aceitar e compreender o que a vida nos proporciona, pois somos responsáveis pela colheita do que plantamos. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Viva bem, viva a paz, sejas ponderado com você mesmo, pois somente assim saberás colher o fruto da sabedoria. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-7037606675341033382012-06-27T13:52:00.000-07:002012-06-27T13:52:16.460-07:00Eu desejo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSpl2peATh6eSsnvtMuu3EIfTU-hyyU8Ji0u2YlkWqLYYxxbR4NxuX5Ap3Gicqqk-wooVtzNfSN-hwkamceHk-m1a_hd8eE5JiHnkgCBimlB8nLOvQjQIfZg77o9nkPsQ8UzN7A3Mmw9b/s1600/_p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSpl2peATh6eSsnvtMuu3EIfTU-hyyU8Ji0u2YlkWqLYYxxbR4NxuX5Ap3Gicqqk-wooVtzNfSN-hwkamceHk-m1a_hd8eE5JiHnkgCBimlB8nLOvQjQIfZg77o9nkPsQ8UzN7A3Mmw9b/s400/_p.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Que a felicidade</strong> não dependa do tempo, nem da paisagem, nem da sorte, nem do dinheiro. Que ela <strong>possa vir com toda a simplicidade, de dentro para fora, de cada um para todos. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Que as pessoas saibam falar, calar, e acima de tudo ouvir. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Que tenham ideal e medo de perdê-lo. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- George Bernard Shaw -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-81111123814525869832012-06-20T14:54:00.000-07:002012-06-20T14:54:32.942-07:00Habilidade<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19vW8wPbO6OxR166ooeXxGCXWVcfDEtmTzsJ_GB5ODlgWF8hm2KbVkLCpINL5BK6szcEBZp2bA0oGKsEmEKvMo-lULpy7Cv8Fx6uhBcddIBdgJkZEf_kZ49fsuUvZNe_YzuW_sOsmJJUg/s1600/_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19vW8wPbO6OxR166ooeXxGCXWVcfDEtmTzsJ_GB5ODlgWF8hm2KbVkLCpINL5BK6szcEBZp2bA0oGKsEmEKvMo-lULpy7Cv8Fx6uhBcddIBdgJkZEf_kZ49fsuUvZNe_YzuW_sOsmJJUg/s400/_o.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">O futuro não pode ser previsto, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">mas pode ser inventado. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">É a nossa habilidade de inventar o futuro que </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">nos dá esperança para fazer de nós o que somos. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Dennis Gabor -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-28637824196950775192012-06-13T14:40:00.000-07:002012-06-13T14:40:48.408-07:00Bem me quer... mal me quer...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOlbVF2k9XYKnFqOvUrfqF6qEOEPg986UUHN6VCti3wkFN0UUswGqUED7fARE7XD6Lad7BUpA6uEAZMSX0jF69gnCDDkWJto0YmTaOgq_QkqOfzYTrujc8RcHu4PVSrQfJeTAAXAVzwTJ/s1600/_k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" pca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNOlbVF2k9XYKnFqOvUrfqF6qEOEPg986UUHN6VCti3wkFN0UUswGqUED7fARE7XD6Lad7BUpA6uEAZMSX0jF69gnCDDkWJto0YmTaOgq_QkqOfzYTrujc8RcHu4PVSrQfJeTAAXAVzwTJ/s1600/_k.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Ao darmos a alguém o nosso amor nunca temos a certeza que iremos receber este amor de volta. </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Não ame esperando algo em troca</strong>. Espere para que este sentimento cresça no coração daquele que você ama. E, se isso não acontecer, <strong>esteja feliz por este sentimento estar crescendo em seu coração.</strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-85170203068101221682012-06-06T14:31:00.000-07:002012-06-06T14:31:13.200-07:00Pensamento positivo<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF96LjrWX60xgahbgCT8U1y9OVRiJtvYFlyzmWIbmzX9eTV2ckmnWuC0kPk3vugVEeJUNVWQLxg_Zcv49-0JJSU-OBqQe03VmIZM-z4nCH8eheg6dgDBWmv3ewIr_xotlZgMntkW393lg_/s1600/_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" fba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF96LjrWX60xgahbgCT8U1y9OVRiJtvYFlyzmWIbmzX9eTV2ckmnWuC0kPk3vugVEeJUNVWQLxg_Zcv49-0JJSU-OBqQe03VmIZM-z4nCH8eheg6dgDBWmv3ewIr_xotlZgMntkW393lg_/s1600/_l.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Se ficar irado, por toda parte surgirão lanças e espadas para feri-lo. Conserve em sua mente apenas pensamentos positivos, pois assim poderá promover a ligação com outros pensamentos positivos que estarão na mesma frequência vibratória. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-47953386375734342752012-05-23T13:23:00.000-07:002012-05-23T13:23:19.132-07:00Amizade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMp20g0pvt4Nsae3wewPBNLTdHFKb2b1S9VMY_MjmnocbRnav0fVhI3Z7biiQfb4leu_S3P7AYk6wPDjf6tlUnbxrcdFri0ljzcXTtnSn9VMHjH7r4fFR5_qEA4VXkBaT5ikvlm1cRDMAt/s1600/_j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMp20g0pvt4Nsae3wewPBNLTdHFKb2b1S9VMY_MjmnocbRnav0fVhI3Z7biiQfb4leu_S3P7AYk6wPDjf6tlUnbxrcdFri0ljzcXTtnSn9VMHjH7r4fFR5_qEA4VXkBaT5ikvlm1cRDMAt/s400/_j.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Quem tem um amigo, mesmo que um só, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">não importa onde se encontre, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">jamais sofrerá de solidão; </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">poderá morrer de saudades, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">mas não estará só. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Amir Klink -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-32761885440485055362012-05-16T14:01:00.000-07:002012-05-16T14:01:19.039-07:00Aperfeiçoamento<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7IlKSnVGuCVPIV4m_olo5eLc3RgEDscgqgUcdvKxkCzxe9HJSjvXH_gDpEYkzVmoIzMPHBhoQOfoEuYZCjGgeRz_kE4JhPzxLkPk6PRJmKLsmvvhJ_r54ddYRbQhQ9XiYTrdXW_vC9Xd/s1600/_zd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7IlKSnVGuCVPIV4m_olo5eLc3RgEDscgqgUcdvKxkCzxe9HJSjvXH_gDpEYkzVmoIzMPHBhoQOfoEuYZCjGgeRz_kE4JhPzxLkPk6PRJmKLsmvvhJ_r54ddYRbQhQ9XiYTrdXW_vC9Xd/s400/_zd.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Se você quer transformar o mundo, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">experimente primeiro promover o seu </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">aperfeiçoamento pessoal e realizar </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">inovações no seu próprio interior.</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-52689534195607769182012-05-09T13:55:00.002-07:002012-05-09T13:55:55.138-07:00Renovação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKrgiTJY60HwYAohp98OXvUDZYZenL8sA_5beOOHUPqxUO8oBHEDRdPwLiDPUZiApqQwtPd0Y4RYZVn74r0sAwpnWHyqHo0mxHOfW677oJ1E5PxVLhA3xfq8ud9_XjBml01snEnwxKuH7/s1600/_i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKrgiTJY60HwYAohp98OXvUDZYZenL8sA_5beOOHUPqxUO8oBHEDRdPwLiDPUZiApqQwtPd0Y4RYZVn74r0sAwpnWHyqHo0mxHOfW677oJ1E5PxVLhA3xfq8ud9_XjBml01snEnwxKuH7/s400/_i.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Ninguém foge aos princípios de causa e efeito, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">mas ninguém está privado da liberdade </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">de renovar o próprio caminho, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">renovando a si mesmo. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- André Luiz -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-4164618572602588832012-05-02T14:27:00.000-07:002012-05-02T14:27:40.988-07:00Relacionamentos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRKmgzw85zJ8g50sq8isOpBDiD97lwbr6u8HM7HSQ7Gwr-GsSHcqTHiEytJ4UTxxRNTBRyTMqTr5hdW61lSmAr6lJfQ2a9rKNnpxEOELlXCitYGGtuSBKB84_llpF3pvmEkUFosGgeTvI/s1600/_g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRKmgzw85zJ8g50sq8isOpBDiD97lwbr6u8HM7HSQ7Gwr-GsSHcqTHiEytJ4UTxxRNTBRyTMqTr5hdW61lSmAr6lJfQ2a9rKNnpxEOELlXCitYGGtuSBKB84_llpF3pvmEkUFosGgeTvI/s400/_g.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Lembre-se que o melhor relacionamento é </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">aquele no qual o amor de um pelo outro </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">é maior do que a necessidade que um tem do outro. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-24454495818245193102012-04-25T12:53:00.000-07:002012-04-25T12:53:40.771-07:00O valor das coisas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvar3ll5cJkKfMOedt391MlXsBk_b2FjY-0dtwiWdburxpbky7k-eoxzhHHip7B1ToDicMdDmevWORGhKB-v8MvIUsCVumDsfXNeL6SqxWQM1nkAnBbFoGQLOBtPJUwkga0kVlMJ-G_bX/s1600/_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvar3ll5cJkKfMOedt391MlXsBk_b2FjY-0dtwiWdburxpbky7k-eoxzhHHip7B1ToDicMdDmevWORGhKB-v8MvIUsCVumDsfXNeL6SqxWQM1nkAnBbFoGQLOBtPJUwkga0kVlMJ-G_bX/s400/_h.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Fernando Pessoa -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-18340563902382647392012-04-18T12:36:00.002-07:002012-04-18T12:36:59.976-07:00Cuide do que é seu!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4o_1pENLL9vjIrSO1QlDUF-_c-iLhdo-tqV7SL49ux-wqriFV8r39Q7hHosI9GGFg3f2jt0EM4rFqY33WdnPV28Q2bQb5HgFvDTFtkplUdFlgRDCtP9O18Ojl7Aa2bJRK6q64ACDAdLr/s1600/_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4o_1pENLL9vjIrSO1QlDUF-_c-iLhdo-tqV7SL49ux-wqriFV8r39Q7hHosI9GGFg3f2jt0EM4rFqY33WdnPV28Q2bQb5HgFvDTFtkplUdFlgRDCtP9O18Ojl7Aa2bJRK6q64ACDAdLr/s400/_f.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Se você tenta controlar o que não lhe pertence, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">perde o que lhe pertence. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- Harriet Rubin - </div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-90429489160732640992012-04-11T12:53:00.000-07:002012-04-11T12:53:13.098-07:00Você faz a diferença<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPrmu3-16TRLZwJhtdXkmfa8cdHzvTW04-SsjBXRWCBtI_DwS4nKRyQKSY-ITN8kLBiRD8KWynVRMP4pRRm19BIVID8FJInq-CRlr1yOf74a1IxRf3s_Bti5dM8PwLoAhe1zQolLZwtnk/s1600/_d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPrmu3-16TRLZwJhtdXkmfa8cdHzvTW04-SsjBXRWCBtI_DwS4nKRyQKSY-ITN8kLBiRD8KWynVRMP4pRRm19BIVID8FJInq-CRlr1yOf74a1IxRf3s_Bti5dM8PwLoAhe1zQolLZwtnk/s400/_d.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Você não está aqui apenas para preencher um espaço </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">ou para ser um figurante no filme de outra pessoa. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Pense nisto: o mundo seria diferente se você não existisse. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Cada lugar onde você esteve e cada pessoa </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">com quem você já falou seriam diferentes sem você. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">- desconheço o autor -</div>Brisa da Manhãhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664133462767356609noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3847214870226883331.post-44297650359183794312012-04-04T12:54:00.000-07:002012-04-04T12:54:52.709-07:00Eco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBepx1fiQHM5suE5HqTGsHEmm9vGs_WlKVOkw7h4WLuHLMhBbEa0_0Hy6ZOKiNnIxm9KsTmA8Dk5ocNximIvKgRyDmjy43F7sXAukTSNj4CAPWqfhyaB36IDLDc4i0gxk3oN_73ohIAy7j/s1600/_e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBepx1fiQHM5suE5HqTGsHEmm9vGs_WlKVOkw7h4WLuHLMhBbEa0_0Hy6ZOKiNnIxm9KsTmA8Dk5ocNximIvKgRyDmjy43F7sXAukTSNj4CAPWqfhyaB36IDLDc4i0gxk3oN_73ohIAy7j/s400/_e.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">As palavras de amizade e conforto podem ser </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">curtas e sucintas, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: large;">mas o seu eco é infindável.</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">- Madre Teresa de Calcutá -</div><br />
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