My Love

1. Her face is always present in his mind as the most beautiful picture in the world. Her femininity and elegance is very much appreciated and to him, her beauty will never fade no matter how old she is. He appreciates her as his most va

luable asset in his life.

2. He loves to watch her smile and it never cease to carve a smile on his face. The smile is like a magic charm to him because no matter how bad the day goes, her smile makes all the pain and hardships fade away easily.

3. He gets inspired by her ideas and motivations when he is down, and her efforts in motivating him boosts his energy and keep him going.

4. He wants to have a family of his own with her. He wants to have children with her. He sees her as a great mother for his future child/children.

5. He shares his private life with her, telling her about his past and what he aim for in the future. He shows his confidential information about his financial and future planning, knowing that he can trust her and work towards his goal together with her.

6. He remembers her birthday, anniversary and any other special occasions in their relationship. He tries his best to surprise her with nicely wrapped present and a bouquet of roses, knowing that the girl he loves likes surprises.

7. He plans for their quality time being together despite his hectic work schedule and never say that he has no time because he knows that it just doesn’t sound right, knowing that it is just a matter of how he is going to prioritize things.

8. He is always ready to stand by her side and support her. He tries to come up with suggestions which he thinks might help her and when things do not work out, he is there to comfort her and never stops motivating her; letting her know that he is there for her all the time.

9. He can’t wait to meet her family; he wants to let her family know that he is dating their princess and he is responsible for her.

10. He went for a full body check-up without having told, shows her his medical report, and proposes to her that he is well-prepared to take care of her for the rest of his life.

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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is. Iris Murdoch. A Severed Head
Lovers' quarrels are the renewal of love. Terence
Come, let us make love deathless. Herbert Trench
Anger and jealousy can no more be

ar to lose sight of their objects than love. George Eliot
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, and love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. Sir Walter Scott
For all I know I have started to love, it may be to hold. Strange, as if never charted, stares my fortune untold. Rainer Maria Rilke
As soon as you start loving others as they are, others will start loving you as you are. Robert Anthony
We all go about longing for love: it is the first need of our natures, the loudest cry of our hearts. George Bernard Shaw. Candida
Or, if thy heart to generous love be led, some captive fair, to bless thy kingly bed? Homer. The Iliad
Look out upon the stars, my love, and shame them with thin eyes. Edward Coate Pinckney
Do not speak ill of love, for love is sovereign. The body with no love is deadlier than the grave.Shahadat
You will love again the stranger who was your self. Derek Walcott
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart. Washington Irving
Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart. Euripides
Love fled and paced upon the mountains overhead and hid his face amid a crowd of stars. William Butler Yeats
True love can fear no one.

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The difference between who you are and who you want to be is what you do. and what you have to do to get where you want to be may not be pretty or may not come easy...

Success seems to be connected with action,Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don't quit.(Shahadat)

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I see a light, but no fire. Is this what my life is to be like? Better to head for the grave. A messenger comes, the grief-courier, and the message is that the woman you love is in her house alone and wants you to come now while it is still night. Clouds unbroken, rain, all night, all night. I don’t understand these bodily impulses — what is happening to me. A lightning flash is followed by a deeper melancholy. I stumble around inside looking for the path the night wants me to take. Light, where is the light? Light the fire, if you have desire! Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness. Black night, black stone. Don’t let your whole life go by in the dark. Evidently, the only way to find the path is to set fire to my own life my own ego, wild impulses.

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hard places in my heart inspirational

Once in a while, we are given moments of real grace.

Sometimes, during my early-morning meditation, a place within me opens and parts of myself let go that I did not even know were holding on. In these moments I feel all the hard places in my heart and body yield to a great softness carried on my breath, and I am filled with compassion for the part of me that is always trying, always organizing, problem solving, anticipating. And my mind stops and simply follows my breath. A great faith washes through me, a knowing that everything that needs to get done will get done.

My shoulders drop an inch, the small but familiar ache in my chest eases, and the moment stretches. There is enough: enough time, enough energy, enough of all that is needed. A great tenderness for myself and the world opens inside me, and I know I belong to this time, to these people, to this earth, and to something that is both within and larger than all of it, something that sustains and holds us all.

I do not want to be anywhere else. I am filled with commitment and compassion for myself and the world. [...]

This is the reality we live: aspiring to be at our best, longing for and sometimes finding meaning and connection within ourselves and with that which is larger than ourselves, we are undone by messy bathrooms, traffic jams, and burnt toast. I am not interested in spirituality that cannot encompass my humanness. Because beneath the small daily trials are harder paradoxes, things the mind cannot reconcile but the heart must hold if we are to live fully: profound tiredness and radical hope; shattered beliefs and relentless faith; the seemingly contradictory longings for personal freedom and a deep commitment to others, for solitude and intimacy, for the ability to simply be with the world and the need to change what we know is not right about how we are living.

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live a life as free as a bird on the wing inspirational

It is an old association, and a misunderstanding, that to be a nonconformist is to be a rebel. The nonconformist is a reactionary; he acts out of anger, rage, violence and ego. His action is not based in consciousness. Although he goes against the society, just to be against the society is not necessarily to be right. In fact most of the time to move from one extreme to another is always to move from one wrong to another wrong.

The rebel acts with a tremendous balance, and that is not possible without awareness, alertness, and immense compassion. It is not a reaction, it is an action — not against the old, but for the new.

The rebel is creating the new world so that this misery and this suffering and this ugly society disappears and man can live more naturally, more beautifully, more lovingly, more peacefully, enjoying all the riches that existence makes available, all the gifts of life which are invaluable.

Freedom, love, silence, truth, enlightenment, the ultimate flowering of your being — all are available to the true rebel. The hindrances just have to be removed. All the old structures were creating more and more hindrances and obstructions against your growth. If the rebel is against those obstructions, it is to enable the new man to live without fetters, to live without imprisonment, to live outside the concentration camps and to live a life as free as a bird on the wing … as free as a rosebush dancing in the rain, in the sun; as free as a moon moving in the sky beyond the clouds in utter beauty, blissfulness and peace.

The rebel is a totally different kind of man from the nonconformist. Never forget it, because to be a nonconformist is very easy, but to be a rebel needs a tremendous transformation in your being.

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mostly the opportunity to enjoy inspirational

The end — in all of the monastic traditions, of both East and West — consists in cultivating mindfulness, being mindful. And “mindful” may be a little misleading, because it sounds a bit much like mind-over-body, but it has nothing to do with mind over or against body. I think “wholeheartedness” is the English word that expresses better what mindfulness as a technical term means; that you respond to every situation from your center, from your heart — that you listen with your heart to every situation, and your heart elicits the response.

If you’re really mind-full, and if you underline that aspect of fullness, wholeness, or wholeheartedness, it reveals the gift character of everything. A partial view often misses the gift character of things. The full view consists of seeing each situation as purely gratis, and if you get that in mind, then your response is gratefulness.

That would be my practice: to try to live gratefully. Sometimes gratefulness has a passive connotation: You sit back and say thanks or something like that. Well, again, that’s not grate-fullness. The fullness shows itself when you realize that the gift within every gift is opportunity — mostly the opportunity to enjoy.

We have thousands of opportunities every day to be grateful: for having good weather, to be able to sit in such a beautiful room on such comfortable furniture, to have slept well last night, to be able to get up, to be healthy, to have enough to eat. When you begin to think about just those most basic and obvious things, then you begin to think of the other people who don’t have any of this — of the people who are blind, who are lame, who are sick in bed, who are dying. But even before you start that, you should learn to enjoy those things which you have and be grateful. There’s opportunity upon opportunity to be grateful; that’s what life is.

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It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour
before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and
decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On examining,I saw that it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his stitches and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.

He told me that she had been therefor a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised, and asked him,
‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,

‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’ I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, ‘That is the kind of love I want in my life.’

Moral:

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be, and will not be.

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An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”

The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” “That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.” “For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

So, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

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There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?”

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:

“Just take care of my eyes dear.”

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This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations.

Life Is A Gift

Today before you think of saying an unkind word–
think of someone who can’t speak.

Before you complain about the taste of your food–
think of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before you complain about your husband or wife–
think of someone who is crying out to God for a companion.

Today before you complain about life–
think of someone who went too early to heaven.

Before you complain about your children–
think of someone who desires children but they’re barren.

Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn’t clean or sweep–
think of the people who are living in the streets.

Before whining about the distance you drive–
think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when you are tired and complain about your job–
think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.

But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another–
remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down–
put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around.

Life is a gift – Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it

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A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her.

The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.

The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.

That night, the girl slept peacefully.

But, the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him, the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral of the Story 

If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent…
This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc.,
Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully.

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live a life as free as a bird on the wing inspirational

It is an old association, and a misunderstanding, that to be a nonconformist is to be a rebel. The nonconformist is a reactionary; he acts out of anger, rage, violence and ego. His action is not based in consciousness. Although he goes against the society, just to be against the society is not necessarily to be right. In fact most of the time to move from one extreme to another is always to move from one wrong to another wrong.

The rebel acts with a tremendous balance, and that is not possible without awareness, alertness, and immense compassion. It is not a reaction, it is an action — not against the old, but for the new.

The rebel is creating the new world so that this misery and this suffering and this ugly society disappears and man can live more naturally, more beautifully, more lovingly, more peacefully, enjoying all the riches that existence makes available, all the gifts of life which are invaluable.

Freedom, love, silence, truth, enlightenment, the ultimate flowering of your being — all are available to the true rebel. The hindrances just have to be removed. All the old structures were creating more and more hindrances and obstructions against your growth. If the rebel is against those obstructions, it is to enable the new man to live without fetters, to live without imprisonment, to live outside the concentration camps and to live a life as free as a bird on the wing … as free as a rosebush dancing in the rain, in the sun; as free as a moon moving in the sky beyond the clouds in utter beauty, blissfulness and peace.

The rebel is a totally different kind of man from the nonconformist. Never forget it, because to be a nonconformist is very easy, but to be a rebel needs a tremendous transformation in your being.