If we are so comptemptibly selfish that we can't radiate a little happiness and pass on a bit of honest appreciation without trying to get something in return . If our soul are no bigger than sour crab apples, we shall meet with the failure we so richly deserve.

I am like wave. Rises and Falls in a wave motion. When it rises I feel I have an abundance of love to give but when it crash down I feel my inner emptiness and needs to be filled up with love. To expect my loving nature to be constant is like expecting the weather never to change and the sun to shine all the time. Life is filled with Rhythms, day and night, hot and cold, summer and winter, spring and fall, cloudy and clear.

This Note goes to my forbidden friend.
People spend a lifetime looking for love wanting it, needing it, seeking it and most of the time they don’t find it. But once in a while, once in a great while, it comes to you, it throws itself in your lap, pounds on our door and says “here I am, take me, I am yours. When it comes, how can you turn away from it? How can you say not now, maybe later?
How can you take that chance, knowing that the opportunity may never come again. Some time taking that opportunity is a luxury, one can’t afford.

Live every day as if it were the first day you had ever seen, and the last your were going to see.

Falling in love is always magical. It feels eternal as if love will last forever. But as magic recedes and daily life takes over. We do not take the time to understand and respect each other. We become demanding, resentful, judgmental and intolerant. with the best and most loving intentions love continues to die. Somehow the problems creep in. The resentments build, communication breaks down. Mistrust increases. Rejection and repression result. The magic of love is lost. Love Dies. It happends to almost everyone.

Every man is a damn fool at least 5 minutes every day. Wisdom consists in not exceeding that limit.
Elbert Hubbard

No one but myself can be blame for my fall. I have been my own greates enemy. The cause of my own disastous life.
Napoleon

Don't complain about the snow on your neighbor's roof. When your own doorstep is unclean.
Confucious.

Criticism is futile because it puts a person on the defensive and usually makes him/her strive to justify himself/herself. Criticism is dangerous because it wounds a person's precious pride, hurts his sense of importance and arouse resentment.

HELP ME TO REMEMBER, LORD THAT NOTHING WILL HAPPEND TODAY THAT YOU AND I CAN'T HANDLE TOGETHER