WISDOM OF THE SOUL

1. No one can ruin your day without YOUR permission.

2. Most people will be about as happy, as they decide to be.

3. Others can stop you temporarily, but only you can do it permanently.

4. Whatever you are willing to put up with, is exactly what you will have.

5. Success stops when you do.

6. When your ship comes in. ... make sure you are willing to unload it.

7. You will never "have it all together."

8. Life is a journey... not a destination. Enjoy the trip!

9. The biggest lie on the planet: "When I get what I want I will be happy."

10. The best way to escape your problem is to solve it.

11. I've learned that ultimately 'takers' lose and 'givers' win.

12. Life's precious moments don't have value, unless they are shared.

13. If you don't start, it's certain you won't arrive.

14. We often fear the thing we want the most.

15. Yesterday was the deadline for all complaints.

16. Look for opportunities. ..not guarantees.

17. Life is what's coming....not what was.

18. Success is getting up one more time.

19. Now is the most interesting time of all.

20. When things go wrong.....don' t go with them.

21. Sometimes the majority only means that all the fools are on the same side.

22. A person who asks a question might be a fool for five minutes, but a person who doesn't ask, is a fool forever.

23. A best friend is like a four leaf clover... hard to find, and lucky to have.

24. I don't have to attend every argument I'm invited to.

25. Our eyes are placed in front because it is more important to look ahead than to look behind.

Beauty of a woman

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands:
one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she
carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes because that is the doorway
to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is
reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows,
and the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!

Contd LOVE is

Love is when you smile when you hear that it's him and her no more.
Love is when you hear he sent her through the door.
Love is when you try to bump into him again.
Love is when he'll say hi to you and there is no more pain.
Love is suddenly real love when he says he loves you too.
Love is suddenly real love when his life revolves around you.
Love is suddenly real love when he's always loved you but he didn't dare.
Love is suddenly real love when he's always loved you but thought you didn't
care.
Love is suddenly real love when now it's all coming true.
Love is suddenly real love when you love him and he loves you.
Love is suddenly real love when now your life is nearly complete.
Love is suddenly real love when everyday, it's him you meet.
Love is suddenly real love when your friends accept him too.
Love is suddenly real love when you can have time for them and him and you

Her!!!

Someone once told me you should never ‘fall’ in love, but ‘stand up in it’. But I don’t believe this is Love. This is fear. To know Love, is to know her peace and her pain. To know Love, you will remember her gripping and consuming yield, and never forget her shattering, heavy ache. To know Love is to know both her elements. Only seeking her peace, is not Love at all. The following poem is inspired by Kahlil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’ and his teachings on this emotion. Her. When you approach Love’s shimmering waters, Her glittering waves will beckon you. Dive in and immerse your body in Her ocean. Think not of your submersion. Think not anything at all. For when you surrender, you are no longer yours. You are a mere droplet . Mindless. You belong to Her. Her tide may take you kindly, Her body a melodic wave. She will take you, softly yet deeply, drifting towards the Sun, Basking in it’s rays. But know that darkness will fall soon, And you, sea-faring droplet, in the chill of the night, will lose the light of the Moon.
Her tide is treacherous, Her brisk winds will throw you,
Thrashing against ocean shore, And strip you will She, in these perilous waters,
A part of Her ocean no more.
But as you do not fear Her profound, soothing current, Or her warmth of Sun, Nor should you fear Her tempestuous tide, They are the same and one.
Walk into Her water, And fear you should defy, For not delving into Her ocean, Is what, but a life lived dry. Climb towards Her mountainous peaks.
In Her altitude be intoxicated, Let Her fog cloud your sight and mind, Inhibited, yet elevated. For these are part of this journey, In faith and in awe, To exclude her blurry sensations is, To never really climb at all.
Know that this is a slippery path, And some may find footing to the top, But in every step you may plunge and plummet Her depths, Falling and forgot.
Come to Her as she calls, Stand at Her mountion side,
It is but only when you know Her falls, Will you know Her atmospheric highs.
Stand at Her ocean shore, Be summoned unto Her waves,
For only when you give yourself,
Can you truly be bathed.

Love Is...

Love is when you wake up, he is already on your mind.
Love is when you lost your heart, he is all that you canfind.
Love is when you want to be the one to dry his eyes.
Love is when you see the truth in every one of his lies.
Love is when you want to listen to all his whims and woes.
Love is when you want him to take care everywhere he goes.
Love is when he calls you, your heart goes a flutter.
Love is when you see him, "I love you..." you silently stutter.
Love is when you tell the world that you love him so.
Love is when you've told the world, but he doesn't know.
Love is when you know you'll still love him when he's lost his hair.
Love is when your eyes light up when you see him there.
Love is also when you hear your heart break when he held hands with her.
Love is also when you crumbled as you hear them say that it will last
forever.
Love is also when you cry inside yet smile outside when they say hi to you.
Love is also when you held your breath and said, "How do you do?"
Love is also when you let him go, you know he is happy now.
Love is also when you know you'll get over him somehow.
Love is also when his happiness is what matters to you.
Love is also when you let him love her, and not love you true.
Love is when you'll still love him...and still, he'll never know.
Love is when you'll swallow the pain and slowly let go.

Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

There was once a guy who was very much in love with a girl. He folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to her. Although at that time he was just a small fry in his company and his future didn't seem too bright he was contented with what he had.. for he was in love.. and they were both happy together.. Until one day, this girl told him she was going to leave the country for Paris and try to live a new life there with no intention of returning back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for both of them because he was poor and he had no dreams. He couldn't believe what he just heard and couldn't help but cry. She was his dream, his love, his friend.. she was his everything.. Just when he thought he had it all he gets to experience the true side of the world.. with all it's misery in it.. But love is being able to accept the truth no matter how it hurts.. She broke his heart and yet he still loves her.. Days have passed, months have gone by and yet his feelings for her has always stayed the same.. He worked hard night and day to put his mind off the past.. He wanted to prove her wrong about the fact that he has no dreams.. he can be somebody someday.. Finally with all the hard work and help from his friends, he was able to build his own company.. One rainy day, while he was driving along the highway, he saw an old couple sharing an umbrella in the rain while heading to some destination. It didn't take him a while to recognise them for they seemed familiar to him.. they were his girl's parents.. He drove back to them.. slowly.. to show them how his life has changed. how successful he has become.. he's got his own car, house, company.. he's got it all.. But what he saw next confused him. The couple were heading to a cemmetery. Out of impulse he went out of the car and followed them. She was there.. his heart pounded so fast for he couldn't believe what he was seeing.. He felt the warmth of his tears thrickling down his cheeks.. He was crying in the rain.. He saw his girl's photograph smiling sweetly at him.. from her tombstone.. next to the paper cranes he once gave her. Her parents felt his presence and looked back at him. Out of confusion he asked them why.. and how did all this happend.. She did not leave for Paris for she was ill with cancer, it was her cliché. She believed that he will make it someday and she didn't want to be his obstacle. All she ever wanted was to be with him.. but she chose to leave him to spare him from her suffering and frustrations.. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you at all. She wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him near to her again... he will remember how much she loved him and how much he meant to her... Once you have loved someone, you will always love her.. forever. For what's in your mind and heart will remain forever. He cried in silence and whispered... "I thought I almost had it all.. now i know what was missing.. you.."

Miracle of one dollar and eleven cents

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply >> to his question. "Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle." ''I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside >> his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So >> how much does a miracle cost?" "We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough,I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs." The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?" I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money." "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to." "Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents--- the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. " He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need." That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?" Tess smiled.. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents ..... plus the faith of a little child..