One of the most untruthful things possible, you know, is a collection of facts, because they can be made to appear so many different ways.

True love never dies, even if you have found a new love, the sweet memory of the past will continue to hunt you for the rest of your life.

Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given To lift from earth our low desire.

An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere. The pessimist sees only the red light. But the truly wise person is color blind.

So convenient a thing it is to be a reasonable creature, since it enables one to find or make a reason for everything one has a mind to do.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

There are two primary choices in life to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them. -Dr. Denis Waitley

In how many lives does love really play a dominant part? The average taxpayer is no more capable of the grand passion than of a grand opera.

Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.

These two truths are the same in weight and importance. Accept and love WHO and WHERE you are now, and all good things shall find you there.

I want to share all my love with you, no one else will do. And your eyes, they tell me how much you care, you will always be my endless love.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

if you ever want to succeed in your life:"Be sweet as honey, Be regular as clock, Be fresh as rose, Be soft as tissue, and Be strong as rock."

everything on earth is as a result of dreamz, they make the tommorow. so lets all dream to make the world a better place........okanya phillip

great writer is, so to speak, a second government in his country. And for that reason no regime has ever loved great writers, only minor ones.