Some people are like swings...They give us an exciting thing to do for a while..Thereafter leave us alone, dizzy and not very far ahead in life...

Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near...

You will forever be a stranger in a world that cannot really understand you...

What haunts me most about her eyes is the pain I put in them... In the corner of my dark soul Her passion is dark like a kohl She is giving new meaning to these feelings She is complete she is whole.

She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh...

You can tell a lot about a man's character by how he behaves when given anonymity..

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

The Rain Falls Because sky can no longer handle its heaviness..Just like Tears, It falls because the heart can no longer handle the pain.. !

Love a girl and she will give you a story to tell, Love a woman and she will give you a novel to pen...

You are not broken.Someone who did not love you, convinced you, you are...

The Hardest thing about being broken, isn't the Love you don't receive, It's the Love you long to give that nobody wants..

Passion is a realm of flow like a continuous flowing stream.

The dead are the past and we cannot escape the past. Without the past there will be no future.

Deep down inside we always seek for our departed loved ones

Man is flawed

I'm afraid the parenting advice to come out of developmental psychology is very boring: pay attention to your kids and love them.

Gojyo: That no good holy man's been rubbing off on you! Goku: Me? Like Sanzo?! What a rotten thing to say!

We just kind saw the images and knew the cliches, so to have the opportunity to go there and learn something about Russian music and about Russian people and to see things apart from being a tourist.

Software sucks because users demand it to.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

That's the trouble with wishing you were somebody else. As much as you may want it, you know it'll never happen, at least not in this lifetime.