Love is like a good cake; you never know when it's coming, but you'd better eat it when it does!

I saw a guy faint at the W. M. Keck Observatory, he stepped out from the tour group and said to me "I'm feeling sick" and then his eyes rolled back and his knees gave way! The group caught him on his...

Light and the human is poorly understood by the astronomicalprofession, with many astronomers not understanding which light bulbs they should have in their ownhomes and offices! It is embarrassing tha...

Resistance is a sign that shows you're going the right way

Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.

At the W.M. Keck Observatory on the very high altitude summit of Mauna Kea, there was no routine monitoring of mental functioning, blood oxygen levels, blood pressure or heart rate of workers.

In the end, you will not see the physical beauty in others that caught your eye, but the fire that burned within them. This kind of beauty is the bonfire you had to attend.

When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

We don't have to sacrifice a strong economy for a healthy environment.

It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.

A woman who focuses on worshiping God will consider carefully how she is dressed, because her heart will dictate her wardrobe and appearance.

Libertarians make no exceptions to the golden rule and provide no moral loophole, no double standard, for government. That is, libertarians believe that murder is murder and does not become sanctified...

Ever since I was young I enjoyed solving puzzles and having the pleasure to see the bigger picture afterwards. But even after all that, I found that life could be the most challenging puzzle we have t...

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty,and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me?What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago?What is this...

Self-pity is spiritual suicide. It is an indefensible self-mutilation of the soul.

Wind and breeze are separated todayCrimson twilight denies to fade away Grass blades turn brown to match the soilWe pretend to smile at every turmoil

I Love the Smell of Success in the Shadows of Failure.~Ayyaz Ameer Meo

Black as the night.Black as the depths.Black as your heart.Where your hatred's at rest.

The deepness of your mind produces the thickness of your thoughts.