Educate your children

Educate your children
Dont educate your children to be rich.educate them to be happy.so when they grow up, they will know the value of ,things,not the price.
  

Nov, 05 2013     135 chars (1 sms)     5924 views       Decent

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Impossible is just a big word thrown
around by small men who find it easier
to live in the world they''ve been given
than to expolre the power they have
to change it.Impossible is not a fact.
It''s an opinion.It''s a dare.Impossible is
potential.Impossible is temporary.
Impossible is nothing....
U''ll knw th8 U miss sum1 vry mch
whn evrytym U think of th8 person.
Ur Heart breaks into peices & juz a quick "Hello"
4m th8 prson can bring
d broken pieces back
TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships.
When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship.
Lack of trust leads to suspicion,
suspicion generates anger,
anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.
Being Successful Doesn''t Make You Manage Your Time Well,


Managing Your Time Well Makes You Successful.
History
Remembers
Only
Two
Colors

''RED''
"THe blood of martyers"

AND

''BLack''

"the ink of scholar"
Most lovable lines ever said:

"Heaven must be really small,

because i can see it in my Mom''s eyes."
Being happy doesn''t mean that everything is perfect.

It means that you''ve decided to look beyond the imperfections. Gud Day!
''TIME'' Is A Rare Luxury Which Can Never Be Purchased At Any Cost......
So When Someone Spends It With You...
It Defines The Depth Of Care They Have For You...!
Knowing a person is like music, what attracts us to them is their melody, and as we get to know who they are, we learn their lyrics.
"Ignorance Up to a specfic time


will rise your value
But,

When it is adopted as a habbit

It Will make Others to Ignore you"
"I never wished for somebody to stay just because i say.. I just wanted someone who will stay, even when I'm pushing them away."
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. . .