Not because we think that it's still about to happen, thus makes our future life as though yet to be exist.Human mind can't yet perceive the nature of future.

Eyes shows lies.

News told, rumors heard, truth implied, facts buried.

Truth often sacrificed for the sake of stability and peace.

If I tell you not to follow me, it ain't because I hate you, kiddo.I just don't want you feel dissapointed...when seeing the truth.

There are many things which can not be expressed by words. There are many words which can not be spelled by human tongue. There are many tongues which utter one single truth.

Price of peace could only be valued by people who had suffered loss in the war.

Nobody wants to tell a truth which harms himself.

Maybe, it is easier to forget the past, than to overcome the pain caused by it.Maybe, it is one of some other reasons, why men forget their prehuman ancestor.

Truth is something believed in heart.Fact is anything happened in realities.

A bitter reality of truth can be wisely told in a sweet tale of lullaby.

When you close your eyes and you feel the color, that is when you know that love has entered your heart.

Dear Lord, ” she said in a strangled whisper. “I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever.

Men are the only animals that devote themselves day in and day out to making one another unhappy.

The gospel of Jesus Christ prescribes the wisest rules for just conduct in every situation in life. Happy they who are enabled to obey them in all situations!

I think there's something your hormones do that makes a chemical change in the way you think.

Be grateful for your difficulties and challenges, for they hold blessings. In fact... Man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health personal growth, individuation and self-actualisation.

Show the reader what the character thinks about, and then the reader will think about it too.

A day will come when beings, now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins, shall stand upon Earth as a footstool and laugh, and reach out their hands amidst the stars.

Let me go.” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.

The entire hierarchy of angels can best be described as an endlessly vast sphere of beings, who surround an unknowable centre-point, which is called God.