There Is A Garden In Her Face,
Where Roses And White Lilies Blow;
A Heavenly Paradise Is That Place,
Wherein All Pleasant Fruits Do Grow.
There Cherries Grow That None May Buy,
Till Cherry Ripe Themselves Do Cry
In every crisis there is a message.
Crises are nature''s way of forcing change--
breaking down old structures,
shaking loose negative habits
so that something new and better
can take their place.
Nthng Else
Destroys d Power 2
Stand Alone As
D Habit Of Leaning On
Othrs
If U Leann, U''ll Nvr B
Strong Or Orignal
Stand Alone Or Bury Ur
Ambition 2 B Sumbdy
In Wrld ...
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
