Your life is made up of your dreams and your realities, your expectations and your possibilities.

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.

Well, I think the first thing to do when trying to let go of the past is to accept it. Denial only delays the problem for later. Deal with it now.

Not all writers are silently suffering inside. But it certainly helps.

Cultural analysis is intrinsically incomplete. And, worse than that, the more deeply it goes the less complete it is.

I try to greet my friends with a drink in my hand, a warm smile on my face, and great music in the background, because that's what gets a dinner party off to a fun start.

There is nothing sadder than the cheerful letters of the dead, expressing hopes that were never fulfilled, ambitions that were never achieved, dreams cut off before they could come to fruition.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

The greater hardship you endure, the greater the authority God entrusts to you.

The advantage of wisdom is that you can play dumb. The opposite is more difficult.

I'm definitely an animal lover, and I stand up for all animals' rights.

You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery