I do not write feelings, emotions i do not writeAfter that day on love anything i do not writeMy silence scream somewhere inside me These are my Bloody wounds on paper, words i do not write

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

Georgina, " He murmured, pulling me closer. "You are the world.

Conrad Hilton was very generous to me in the divorce settlement. He gave me 5 000 Gideon Bibles.

The world progresses only through misunderstanding.

I am not a great believer in fairy tales. Every woman should fight hard for her own happy endings. Although occasionally it is nice to wake up as a princess.

When I look at a drawing of a person, I look at that person as living.

Blind yourself, for I am blind.

It had been wishful thinking, plain and simple, dangerous for me to indulge in. Hope, happiness and freedom were not in my future.

You end up making a home in every place you're at, in a small way. In any way you can find a kind of mindfulness.

What miracle is God fashioning out of this misfortune?

There's something almost perfect in the ugly duckling syndrome. Because a sensitivity is tattooed on a part of you no one else can see but can somehow guess is there.