I love the sweet sound of my name when you say it with love.

Don't appreciate me, I'm not up to it. Don't criticize me, I don't deserve it. Just be my friend and forgive me, because I am craving for it.

Always be friendly, always be kind, Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.

If you think life is magical or life is hard, either way you are right. Your thoughts are the source of reality.

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.

No dirt can touch me, like an ocean, everything that comes to me becomes clean.

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.

You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.

A friend is a friend who continues to love you and like you when you don't love him or like him any more.

Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

Opportunity is another word for moving on. And it is a word choice, which is often the wiser. If the well gets poisoned, move to a meadow of merriment, where your hearts will echo the more.

It's funny, but you get to a time in your life when you think you have all the friends you will ever have.

In love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.

If the law does not lead us to Christ and redemption, it will lead us to despair.

and I try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

When I drank, I'd be happy for 10 minutes. When I got high, I'd feel a sense of nothingness for about an hour. But in the end, my negative emotions always came rushing back.

It doesn't pay to listen much to what human beings have to say in their evaluation of you, since they don't evaluate themselves very properly.

When men have become heartily wearied of licentious anarchy, their eagerness has been proportionately great to embrace the opposite extreme of rigorous despotism.

She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming.