Love lost is still love

Love lost is still love
“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.”
  

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In the primitive societies,nobody had a WATCH and everyone had TIME,Butin the present societies,
nobody has TIME,but everyone has a WATCH.
In life, dont expect anything from anyone.
Because expectation, when not fulfilled, gives you pain.
When you get something without expecting it,
It gives you pleasure.
Keep doing your part
And leave the rest to God
" There''s not a note of mine that''s worth the nothing"
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.
We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry,
or because they remain intrigued with each other,
because of many kindnesses, because of luck.
But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness.“
One who adopt patience,
will never be deprived of success though
it may take a long time to reach him.
If U Pick Up A Starving Dog And Make It Prosperous,It Will Not Bite You.

That Is Da Principal Difference Between A Man And A Dog.

Mark Twain
"love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life"
We used to think that if we knew one, we knew two, because one and one are two. We are finding that we must learn a great deal more about \''and\''.
Mian Roz Gunah Krta Hun...
Wh Chupata Hai Apni REHMATON Say.....
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Main Majboor Apni Aadat Say...
Wh MAshoor Apni REHMAT Say
“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.”
"Its Not Wh8 You
Gather But Wh8 You
Scatter
That
Tells Wh8 Kind Of Life
You Have Lived
Let''s Scatter The
Good Things ..."

~ Hellen Walon ~