Unfortunate is he who

Unfortunate is he who
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).
  

Jun, 10 2010     164 chars (2 sms)     3238 views       Quatations

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The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds;

And the pessimist fears this is true.
"Time is
Too slow for those who Wait,
Too swift for those who Fear,
Too long for those who Grieve,
Too short for those who Rejoice,
But for those who Love
Time is not."
-Henry Vandyke (1852-1933)
Life spent with someone for a lifetime may be meaningless,
But a few moments spent with someone who really loves U,
Means more than a life itself!
""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.)
"love is a fire,but whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down house,you can never tell"
Time is like a River.
You cannot touch the same water twice
bcoz the flow that has passed will never pass again.
The most determinative sentence
which should alwayz be followed in life-
THE RACE IS NOT OVER B’COZ I HAVE NOT WON YET….!
Challenge

Ek maa hy uska naam 3.2 hy
aur beti ka naam 4.2 hy
tou btao baap ka kya naam hoga
in numbers mein hi naam hy?

Answer : Its 2 Sur Name Of Both
Mother N Daughter
An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea.” - Buddha
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

Mitch Albom
"Love possesses not will be possessed,for love is sufficent unto love"
"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)