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

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

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

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 proof that most people don’t know how to measure their life by converting time into products is reflected in what they do with their free vacation time.

He mistook, as the cleverest men often do mistake, in underrating the cruelty of women.

In being able to learn from his mistakes and grow, Eisenhower "was transformed from a mere person into a personage.

Then nothing became something, and I was born, and I wrought great havoc in the world in the time allotted to me, and I returned to nothingness

You can recognize a saint by the wounds they don't disguise.

What we do while we wait may be more important than what we are waiting for.

Love more deeply and without the sense of what you love being your personal possession.

It would be stupid tameness, and unaccountable folly, for whole nations to suffer one unreasonable, ambitious and cruel man, to wanton and riot in their misery

Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the one normal writer left on earth and it is this that adds to his isolation and so to his sense of guilt.

There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.