sweetest part in lyf

sweetest part in lyf
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.....
  

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" True love brings up everything-you''re allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily"

"T R U T H"
Is Expressed

Where As

"L I E"
Is Made ... :)
Unfortunate is he who cannot gain a few sincere friends during his life and more unfortunate is the one who has gained them and then lost them (through his deeds).
An Excellent Quote:

I Believe In Love

At First Sight!!

Because...

I Have Loved My

Mother Ever

Since I Opened My Eyes...
"Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself
and know that everything in life has a purpose."
-Elisabeth Kübler-Ross (1926 -)
The purpose of life is to listen - to yourself, to your neighbor, to your world and to God and, when the time comes, to respond in as helpful a way as you can find... from within and without.

Fred ''McFeely'' Rogers
"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 -)
(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 !
"You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give."
-Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
"Live Large!"
Don Pendleton (1927-1995)
Sunehri Aqwaal
-
Elm Wo Shajr Hai Jo Dil Men Ugta Hai Dimagh Mein Palta Hai
Aur
Zaban Se Phal Deta Hai
-
HAZRAT ALI (A.S)
“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.”