Luvles lyf iz like

Luvles lyf iz like
Luvles lyf iz like a fruitles tree
But
frndles lyf iz like a rootles tree
Tree can live widout fruit but not widout roots
  

Jun, 19 2010     125 chars (1 sms)     2274 views       Decent

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There''s A Wonderful Mythical Law Of Nature Dat The3 Things We Crave Most In Life ....
Happiness, Freedom & Peace Of Mind Are Always Attaind By Giving Them To SomeOne Else...
Life Is Like A Book
Turn Over The
Pages Day By Day....
You Can Find New
Experience Everyday.
So Enjoy Ur Life With New Experience.
Gud Afternun
1 day dream asked life : "when v all cum tru?"
Life smiled n replyd :
"never, coz d day all of u cum true
i'll lost my meaning"
Only struggle, provides you the chance of success But
Addition of Faith in Allah Rab-Ul-Izzat converts this chance into guarantee..
Rudeness is a weak imitation of strength.
The squeaking wheel doesn''t always get the grease.
Sometimes it gets replaced.
Zard pat''to''n mein para hoon MAULA

Sabz shakho''n se jhada hoon MAULA

Un k sadqay hi Mujhey ataa kr izzat,

Jin ki UMMAT mein khada hoon MAULA
You Can

Have Money

Pilled To

The Ceiling

But The

Size Of

Your

Funeral Is

Still Going

To Depand

On The

W e a t h e r . . . ;->
AllAh''s LovE hAs No LimIt

AllAh''s GraCe hAs nO mEasUrE

AllAh''s PoWeR hAs No BounDariEs

MaY yOu hAvE AllAh''s EndlESS BlEssinGs
TodaY & AlWayS..
In the central place of every heart
there is a recording chamber.
So long as it receives a message
of beauty, hope, cheer, and courage --
so long are you young.
When the wires are all down
and our heart is covered
with the snow of pessimism
and the ice of cynicism,
then, and only then,
are you grown old.
I luk upon lyf as a
book & d ppl I luv r lyk
Rosepetals kept b/w d
pages
Ech tym I turn a pg of
my lyf
I find a Rosepetal
reminding me of my
beutiful memoriz (:
True friends are like mornings, u cant have them the whole day, but u can be sure, they will be there when u wakeup tomorrow, next year and forever.
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .