Never quit.. it's so short.

If you live long enough, you'll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you'll be a better person. It's how you handle adversity, not how it affects you. The main thing is never quit, never quit.
Life is not a problem to be solved, but an acknowledge for the wise, a game for the rich, a comedy for the fool, and so tragedy for the poor. Always remember that; with past we have nothing to do, nor with the future ... we live now.. and that very moment you should open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living..?
sure into each life some rain must fall... but The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. .. finally we're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry... it's only one life ... and it's so fair enough.. if we lived it well and shared it so well.

Ms.R

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.

Living through shadows

   

I’ve been sick for so long I don’t.. remember a time when I wasn’t.. o.. that's remind me with a 

question.. Do we need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun... maybe.. but after spending so much time standing in shadow, In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life ....
it goes on.

Graveyard sorrow

Death is the final destination of every man but only God determine timing of everything;
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to be sorrow and a time to be happy.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time of darkness and a time of light.
A time of trouble and a time of liberation.. and if anyone's asked me about sorrow and happiness ...! Which one I prefer the most in all of my entirely life.. o.. sure it's sorrow.. cus; many life lessons are learnt in moments of sorrow..

Never holdback your sorrow..!

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back... now I'm convinced that material things can contribute a lot to making one's life pleasant, but, basically, if you do not have very good friends and relatives who matter to you, life will be really empty and sad and material things cease to be important. While nowdays people are so fearful about opening themselves up. All you want to do is to be able to connect with other people. When you connect with other people, you connect with something in yourself. It makes you feel happy. And yet it's so scary - it makes people feel vulnerable and unsafe.

Life is.. humble view.!

What if you gave someone a gift, and they neglected to thank you for it - would you be likely to give them another? Life is the same way. In order to attract more of the blessings that life has to offer, you must truly appreciate what you already have... in the deepest hole in my illness mind I think how far we go in life depends on our being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in our life we will have been all of these.

Try to be a rainbow in someone's cloud.

do I fear of death... o sure no, personally I understood that the fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time so, Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.
Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible .... and always remember what I said. Nothing created to stay forever.

When it's rain

just after rain
when the water lies hesitant and pure on the roads and footpaths and a few cars still have their lights on
just after rain
when the street trees sweat the last clear drops from their leaves and the air is promise .... crammed and light and there are apparently more houses in the distant city center than before
just after rain
we breathe in deeply and effortlessly we enjoy watching where we put our feet
as we slowly back home
just after rain
we realize that.. when it's rain, every thing gets wet.. So it's the perfect time to hide our tears .. 
Just after rain..

Searching..!

My whole life I've been a seeker, searching for something... Something I even don know finally I realize that, 
One can spend too much of one's life locked in stuffy rooms seeking out obscure truths, searching, researching, until one is too old to enjoy life.  

Promises

whispering promises is easy to do but, many times they never.....  come true

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Carrying the DNA of pain .. Washing away hurtful stains
Expressing unspeakable feelings .. Creating new channels of healing
Traveling through tunnels of tragedy .. Transporting tremendous tons of therapy
Rushing into a river of reformation .. Creating a deluge of consolation
Tearing down walls of internal imprisonment .. Building beautiful bridges of betterment
Seasoned with the salt of reality ... Rescued me from the claws of insanity
Flowing directly from the tear in my soul .. Anchoring my feet and making me whole
A tear
Much thanks to you my dear tear you are the reason I’m still here 

Human

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more you'll be a Man

Discrimination

Why do you think you're better If your culture is not the same?
Yes, maybe you seem different But deep inside all are the same.
Why do they think they're better..!
If one is black and one is white, If one is man and one is woman.
They are the same, that is their right.
If one is  Muslim, Christian and one is Jew, All come from God, we are the same.
So, get to know all people, And show them what you think and do,
You'll see how others live their lives. When you like them, then they'll like you.
If one learns to understand and respect all points of view,
Then peace on Earth must surely come It is up to you. And you. And you.

Anger

He is in me, and he is in you 
He can make you do .. What he wants you to
He will make you  cry
He can make you wish to die
He can make you  .. Go insane
Anger

Relationships

Once broke.. Never mend again..¡
Trust.

there is a place ..... where the sidewalk ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends. 

You were the wind and I the sea ... 

There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool
There... Beside the shore.

Simply being a .... Man

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And... which is more ... you'll be a Man

Life isn't so bad

Life seems so long and tiring until death comes knocking, knocking at your door.
It always seemed to be so far away before, I used to get angry and say, 'I wish I were dead! 
But then they were only words, spoken to slash out and hurt the person who angered me.
Now suddenly it's a reality - there are no more words.
Death has come to get me, to take this long and tiring life from me.
Everything has taken on new light, this life of mine - it's not so bad.
I've had some really great times, seen some beautiful sights, 
laughed a million times more than ever I cried.
Yes, life isn't so bad when I look back upon it.

Reserve your empty place

The world becomes an empty place as you grow old.
People whom you love die, family dwindles in size.
Everywhere your eyes cast their glance there are thoughts of lost romance and love, reminders lying around.
Scattered over the field of grief are diamond tears cutting into memories of wonderful times now lost.