IRONY OF LIFE :
Wen I Got Enough Confidence,De Stage Was Gone
Wen I Learnt 2 Dry My Own Tears,I Found A Shoulder 2 Cry On
Wen I Mastered De Skill Of Hating,Sumbody Started Luving Me
Wen I Injured My Heart,An Angel Came To Protect Me
And Wen After Waiting 4 Dawn,I Fell Asleep,The Sun Came Out....!
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.
I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.
