Someone asked me when is my birthday?The poet inside me replied,"My birthday is on the last day of the year,It's 31st December my dear!
Now, 75 years [after ], in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books.
Women who love themselves are threatening; but men who love real women, more so.
Shame and blame should have no place in our body, mind, or spirit.
Dreams become regrets when left in the mind, never planted in the soil of action.
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Love is spelt C-O-L-O-R.AndColor is spelt L-O-V-E.
Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook one loved as a child. Radiant meadows, mountains vaporous in the trembling distance; leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires...
Formal education and current position can define your worthiness. What makes you extraordinary is defined by your attitude towards others.
When everyone has a microphone, you can't hear anything. Choose one voice carefully and listen in.
Watch every detail that affects the accuracy of your work.