For every beauty

For every beauty
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
  

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Whenever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared. I have been helped, supported, encouraged and nurtured by people of all races, creeds, colors and dreams.
Relationship Is Not
Holding Hands While
You Understand Each Other
Its About
Having Lots Of
Misunderstandings & Still
Not Leaving Each 0ther's
Hands . .
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."
-Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
“Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all.

You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor.

But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it.

You hold it. You dance with it.

Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”
Hazrat Ali
jo tumhein khushi mein yad aye samjho, tum us se muhabbat karte ho
or jo tumhein ghum mein yad aye to samjho, wo tum se nuhabbat karta hai.
"The universe is but one vast Symbol of God."
-Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881)
"People are like stained-glass windows.
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in,
their true beauty is revealed only
if there is light from within."
-Elisabeth Kübler-Ross (1926 -)
A good friend can tell you what is the matter with you in a minute. He may not seem such a good friend after telling
sweetest part in lyf is 2 carry all da memories in lyf
but da tuffest part is 2 say gud bye 2 dat person whu is behind
all dose memories.....
Beautiful quote:

"If the loser keeps
his smile,

the winner will lose
the thrill of victory...!!!
"love is a fire,but whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down house,you can never tell"
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life"s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But railing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home."
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)