onething i have learnt is that parents should treat their kids in a way they would love in return, because growing up litteraly makes you a kid again. you will get it too.

when the picture is too close to your face you lose the sight, when the future is too close to your face you see the light.

you keep me going when i feel like a flat tyreyou do my head right, like a hair dryercan i call you my machanic since you change my mood and get me feeling like i have got a spare tyre.

i have only one way to blow the steam off, i make money, you spend money thats funny, now i'm smilling like thats honey:)

i do not give a sh*t, the toilet miss me now

hate school but love school and threat it right so you can be where you love to be all right?

wen thectaste of my own medicine is given to me results into silent treatment, its not bitter therefore i enjoy the medicine i gave you too.

i am not strong or weak i am exactly what the situation requires(versatile)

It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine.

No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.

The simple the process is, the smarter the system becomes.

Itinerant evangelists are the most important ambassadors and messengers on earth. They are a mighty army, spreading out across the world with a vision to reach their own people for Christ.

Don't search for perfection nor seek the approval of others

I think my dad is the only Arabic descendent who is an unsuccessful businessman.

There's this large trend - I think the next trend in the Web, sort of Web 2.0 - which is to have users really express, offer, and market their own content, their own persona, their identity.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Hunger feeds the need to succeed.

Our beliefs act as lenses. These lenses can help us see things we can't otherwise see, but they can also block us from seeing parts of reality.

Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.