Your beauty is tragic.It is the sweetest sin, Heaven ever created!

We are the children of a womb.Yet we differentiate each other, On color, creed and the sizes of our tombs!!

You sit right next to me.Still you don't seem close to me.

Life is uncertain.Today you get a rose.Tomorrow you feel the thorns.But the end result is red, always!!

Here comes the rain again.Falling on my arms like a tragedy.Reminding me of pain, as these drops wash away the tears falling down my cheeks.

All of a sudden, You seemed to beStranger than a fiction, to me.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

It’s complicated. He’s not…' Human? 'He’s playing hard to get.

I also had a mistaken attitude towards certain comrades.

To have a functioning body and not to use it is like having 20/20 vision and never opening your eyes.

Our work can never be better than we are ourselves.

Simple, yet effective!

Think of someone you know who's not saved but you may be afraid to share the Gospel with that person. I've found a way that's radically effective in training people to share the Gospel.

The stubbornness I had as a child has been transmitted into perseverance. I can let go but I don't give up. I don't beat myself up about negative things.

The tide has changed. You have to be able to improvise in today's NFL.