I love my Pain, Because this is the only gift which i received by My most loving person.and its so costly for me

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

If you stop focusing on all the reasons why you can’t do it, you just may surprise yourself to see what you can do.

Profoundly moved, he kissed the lax waiting mouth with exquisite unhappiness.

Some people change their ways when they see the light others when they feel the heat.

You get the best out of others when you get the best out of yourself.

Leadership is influence. To the extent we influence others, we lead them.

Kevin Eastman is like a Buddha, like the coolest thing in the world, like a rock star.

To treat the history of Israel as I would treat the history of England or Russia or China; that is, an attempt at a scientific, historical approach.I am particularly fascinated with origins.

I'm not someone who feels the pressure of someone else's expectations. That's a very young way to feel.

All religions are good 'in principle' - but unfortunately this abstract Good has only rarely prevented their practitioners from behaving like bastards.

Love is loss combined with pain.