For some people themselves and their family is only human But Other all are Toy For play and Broke After game But The truth they do not know that they just Own Human Body Nothing More

Do not effort to win but try to lose if your Close one is there to fightHappiness that is achieved after losing to our close one's, that is not possible to achieved even after winning the world

Happiness are guest in life but pain is Part of life.

Both things are invisible But we Both are aware I colored my self in your fragranceAnd you colored your hands in my BLOOD

your lack of knowledge may not for you but surely it is dangerous for your child because you cannot teach them which you your self do not know

Respect the wounds which you gave like thatKeep them in Heart for forever and never treated

My Body is graveyard of my Heart And Soul

when you betray to someone, first you betray to yourself, who speak somewhere inside you that you are a good human

When you betray someone, First you betray to yourself who speak somewhere inside you that you are good human

My Dreams are not in my eyesMy Eyes are on my Dreams

If person have excuse for Every bad thing which use to do with others.than its wrong soul in human body

I do think that this whole area of cyber is something that at an international level we have to work on and develop frameworks and international norms so that we don't see a cyber arms race.

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.

Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.

Things may move slow in the academic world, but I continue to move at a pace relative to the urgency of the moment, looking forward to the time when the academic world can catch up.

The champagne was dead. So it goes.

Imagination has given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking-machine, and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before they became realities.

Fortune knocks at every man's door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her.

Science is a matter of adjusting language to explain material reality. Art is a matter of adjusting material reality to create a sense of life.

It is exhausting to be running around pretending to be scared at night - It sounds so wussy actory.