Don\'t Wait For Tomorrow
Gravity is not responsible for people to fall in love.It just happens.
And when it does happen, don\'t wait for the right time to expre,
because right time is when your heart beats faster.
If you love someone..don\'t wait for tomorrow,
or for the other person to make the move.
Agreed \'Tomorrow never dies\',
but also remember… \'Tomorrow never comes, so live in today.\'
Each Day Is Too Short
Each day is too short for –
All the thoughts we want to think,
All the walks we want to take,
All the books we want to read,
And all the friends we want to see.
Make the best out of this day.
A Friend Is Someone
A friend is someone who...
Is concerned with everything you do.Is concerned with everything you think.
Calls upon during good time. Calls upon during bad time.
Understands whatever you think. Understands whatever you do.
Tells you the truth about yourself.
Knows what you are going through all time.
Refuses to listen the goip about you. Supports you all the time.
Does not compete with you.
Genuinely happy for you when things go well.
You Live Only Once
Make the best of life\'s moments...
What really matters at the end of the day is if you\'ve made the best use of time,
and done everything that you needed to do.
Don\'t sit just there waiting,
You only live once!
Life Is Not Perfect
Go ahead with life as it is, with the bumps and pitfalls.
However it is, give your best to every moment.
Don\'t spend your time waiting for the perfect situation,
something which is not very likely to come.
Life is not perfect;
the way you live can make it perfectly wonderful.
Before You
Before you Speak...Listen
Before you Write...Think
Before you Spend...Earn
Before you Criticise...Wait
Before you Pray...Forgive
Before you Quit...Try
Life Is Wonderful
Face your past without regret.Handle your present with confidence.Prepare for the future without fear.Keep faith and drop the fear.Don\'t believe your doubts and never doubt your beliefs.Life is wonderful if you know how to live it.
Finish Each Day
Finish each day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in;
Forget them as soon as you can.
Tomorrow is a new day; Begin it well and serenely,
And with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
Become A Lake
The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no le.
The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same.
But the amount we taste the \'pain\' depends on the container we put it into.
So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things…
Stop being a Gla.
Become a Lake!
Time doesn\'t wait.
If you think you might have found the right one,
treasure the person, don\'t let that person get away.
Don\'t let fear hold you back.
Give it a try else you might regret later...
No one other than ourselves know what can truly make us happy.
Don\'t Wait For Tomorrow
Gravity is not responsible for people to fall in love.
It just happens.
And when it does happen,
don\'t wait for the right time to expre,
because right time is when your heart beats faster.
If you love someone…don\'t wait for tomorrow,
or for the other person to make the move.
Agreed \'Tomorrow never dies\',
but also remember… \'Tomorrow never comes,
so live in today.\'
Each Day Is Too Short
Each day is too short for –
All the thoughts we want to think,
All the walks we want to take,
All the books we want to read,
And all the friends we want to see.
Make the best out of this day.
Night
Night has fallen over the country.
Through the trees rises the red moon and the stars are scarcely seen.
In the vast shadow of night, the coolne and the dews descend.
I sit at the open window to enjoy them; and hear only the voice of the summer wind.
Like black hulks, the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of gra.
I cannot see the red and blue flowers, but I know that they are there.
Far away in the meadow gleams the silver Charles.
The tramp of horses\' hoofs sounds from the wooden bridge.
Then all is still save the continuous wind or the sound of the neighboring sea.
The village clock strikes; and I feel that I am not alone.
How different it is in the city!
It is late, and the crowd is gone.
You step out upon the balcony, and lie in the very bosom of the cool,
Dewy night as if you folded her garments about you.
Beneath lies the public walk with trees, like a fathomle, black gulf.
The lamps are still burning up and down the long street.
People go by with grotesque shadows, now foreshortened,
and now lengthening away into the darkne and vanishing,
while a new one springs up behind the walker,
and seems to pa him revolving like the sail of a windmill.
The iron gates of the park shut with a jangling clang.
There are footsteps and loud voices; —a tumult; —a drunken brawl; —an alarm of fire; —then silence again.
And now at length the city is asleep, and we can see the night.
The belated moon looks over the roofs, and finds no one to welcome her.
The moonlight is broken.
It lies here and there in the squares and the opening of the streets
—angular like blocks of white marble.
