The only reason i Fall in love with cigarette.each one take 2 minutes of my life and i love this.

Do not effort to win but try to lose if your Close one is there to fightHappiness that is achieved after losing to our close one's, that is not possible to achieved even after winning the world

Happiness are guest in life but pain is Part of life.

Both things are invisible But we Both are aware I colored my self in your fragranceAnd you colored your hands in my BLOOD

your lack of knowledge may not for you but surely it is dangerous for your child because you cannot teach them which you your self do not know

Respect the wounds which you gave like thatKeep them in Heart for forever and never treated

My Body is graveyard of my Heart And Soul

when you betray to someone, first you betray to yourself, who speak somewhere inside you that you are a good human

When you betray someone, First you betray to yourself who speak somewhere inside you that you are good human

My Dreams are not in my eyesMy Eyes are on my Dreams

If person have excuse for Every bad thing which use to do with others.than its wrong soul in human body

There can't be a maybe someday between us. There will never be a maybe someday.

You can’t get where you want to go unless you start with where you are.

Vladimir Nabokov, contemning readers who "identified" with characters in fiction, remarked that the best readers identify with the artist.

Breathing well means breathing more slowly and deeply. Relax, feel your breathing, and breathe comfortably. Once aware, it naturally becomes deeper and slower.

I'm terrible in the kitchen. I was mostly raised by my mother and she could cook, so I never perfected that skill. If I had to count on my own cooking to survive, I'd probably be thinner.

It's important to realize that we adopt not because we are rescuers. No. We adopt because we are rescued.

The fashion pages have always baffled me. In my opinion, the articles appear to be full of gobbledygook as to make the astrology column seem factual by comparison.

'Eveything is made of light,' he said, 'and the space between isn't empty.'

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

Almost makes you want to go to jail out here, doesn't it?