I do not know about my life but i am sure about my death, i will die in rest because i have no credit of anyone on my soul

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

You don’t need any confirmation if you are already in the spirit

Selecting the right measure and measuring things right are both art and science. And KPIs influence management behavior as well as business culture.

Hem, ' he said, and I knew he was a critic now, since, in conversation, they put your name at the beginning of a sentence rather than at the end.

Negative attitudes bring negative results.

The measure of a decent human being is how he or she treats the defenseless.

The only realistic view is that a human life arises gradually, which is not much help in making personal decisions or devising public policy.

Among the expected glories of the Constitution, next to the abolition of Slavery was that of Rum.

Wine is a turne-coate (first a friend, then an enemy). [Wine is a turncoat, first a friend, then an enemy.]

And if you say a word about this over the radio, the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse.

Self-recognition, the self-contemplation of spirit is the primary movement out of which all creativeness proceeds.