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

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

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

After a long time i saw my self in mirror and i find-out a berthing machine

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world

I think this point is so important, I'm going to repeat it: You should never listen to criticism that is primarily intended to wound, even if it contains more than a grain of truth.

Honestly, if I stay on this gruelling path, I'm going to end up as another suicide statistic.

I imagine as an axiom you could say that the better the play, the less "creativity" the director need exert.

Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.

If you've got red hair, try washing it in cranberry juice. And, if you're blonde, a champagne rinse can work wonders.

Consuming is the opposite of producing.

How will the Tower of Babel be undone? How will we understand each other in Heaven? Will we all speak English or Dutch or Latin? No, we will speak music.

I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

All true work is sacred.