We spend the first

We spend the first
We spend the first twelve months of our children''s lives teaching them

to walk and talk and the next twelve telling them

to sit down and shut up.

- Phyllis Diller
  

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Keep Correcting your Little Mistakes!.,

Because Nobody Slips down by Hills.,

But just Slips by Little Stones....
"For what is Mysticism? It is not the attempt to draw near to God,
not by rites or ceremonies, but by inward disposition?
Is it not merely a hard word for "The Kingdom of Heaven is within"?
Heaven is neither a place nor a time."
-Florence Nightingale (1820-1910)
"Surround yourself with only people who are going to lift you higher."
-Oprah Winfrey (1954 -)
"The soul is not where it lives but where it loves."
-Thomas Fuller (1654-1734)
Words from Shakespeare
“It’s not Ur mistake if u can’t read the eyes which cheat u
but
it’s really Ur mistake if u can’t read the eyes which love u.”

@raabid
" Do Or Die " Is An Old Concept..


" Do It Before You Die "


Is A New Concept.!
I Believe That
If You Show People
The Problems
And
You Show Them The
Solutions
They Will Be Moved
To Act ...

>> BILL GATES <<
(7) Learn to handle criticism. Let it develop you instead of discourage you.

(8) Determine your own worth instead of letting others do it for you. They''ll short-change you!
(9) Keep your shortcomings in perspective - you''re still a work in progress.


(10) Focus daily on your greatest source of confidence - the God Who lives in you !
The hard reality of life

is that when u need advice,

everyone is ready to help u,

but, when u need help,

everyone is ready to advice u.../
"The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart."
-Helen Keller (1880-1968)
""As a tale, so is life; not how long
it is, but how good it is, is what matters."
-Seneca (4? B.C.-65 A.D.) ; not how long
it is, but how good it is, is what matters."
-Seneca (4? B.C.-65 A.D.)
"Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)