Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end There will be no more sunrises, no minute, hours or days All the things you collected, whether treasured of forgotten will pass to someone else Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear   So,too,your hopes,ambitions,plans, and to-do lists will expire The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away it won’t matter where you came from It won’t matter whether you were beautiful of brilliant Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant So what will matter ? What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built Not what you got, but what you gave What will matter is not your success, but your significance What will matter is not what learned, but what you taught What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion courage of sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example What will matter is not your competence, but your character What will matter is not hoe many people you knew but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone What will matter is not your memories but the memories will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone What will matter is how long you will be remembered and for what Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident It happens by choice ……………

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don’t see the one, which has been opened for us. Don’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you’re the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

  I am in Heaven now. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don’t quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.   Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn’t imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, “Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me.” C omplete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn’t anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn’t stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.   Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn’t; all my dreams ...

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?” The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.” Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?” The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.” Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. “Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. “I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.” Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her ...

They fight about a lot of things , but they love all of the same music. she’s immature , but he accepts her silliness. she is so innocent..but he is smart and tricky but much caring about his best friend.. she is a little bit emotional always think by heart but he is well-balanced and think always by brain…. Sometimes he is very much irritating but she loved to get irritate by him silently..:P She thought she win all the fight between them…he accept it secretly coz he loved to get lose from her willingly (So cute:P) She is shiny but he is reckless…:P They are totally opposite of nature They both say they hate each other, but secretly are happy when people tell them that they would make a good couple. Sometimes they both quarrel with each other so badly… but within few time they surrender to each other avoiding their ego they act like they’re nothing more than friends, but everyone knows otherwise. when people ask, they say they don’t like each other, but still hope that the other one is lying. she’s a writer , but he’s a Cricket player. she’s more beautiful than she’ll ever know, but he already does. They think they are best friend of each other and they are much happy with this relationship..No love can enter between them to ruin their friendship. ( how silly ) Some Relationships Are like Tom And Jerry They Irritate Each Other They Tease Each Other But They Still Can’t Live Without Each Other they are completely different, Though they’re absolutely perfect for each other. But….. Both of them know that they care for each other ...

Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time. Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was advised to evacuate the island. The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty. Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope. Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?” “No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.” A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift. Please take me with you.” Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.” Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to be by myself.” When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly concerned about anyone. Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved ...

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books, and I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran right up to him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. Then he looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get a life.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and ...

Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend — my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times. Always supportive, mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held a box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father’s death, encouraged me in college, and prayed for me my entire life. When mother’s illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor. “What now, Lord?” I asked sitting in church. My life stretched out before meas an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife’s hand. My sister sat slumped against her husband’s shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone. My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together. Now she was with the Lord. My work was finished and I was alone. I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears. He began to sniffle. ”I’m late,” he explained, though no explanation ...

We make so many FRIENDS, Some become Dearest, Some become Special, Fall in LOVE with someone, Some go abroad, Some change their cities, Some left US, We left Some, Some are in contact, Some are not in contact, Some don’t contact because of their EGO, We don’t contact some because of OUR EGO, Whatever they were, We still REMEMBER, LOVE, MISS, CARE for THEM, Because of the part they played to make MEMORIES. Its friendship.. ….. When a person calls u by a stupid name and never by ur own name….. When they always get angry, whenever u tell them that u r busy and cant reply… When they tell u everything about themselves even if its embarassing. .. When they come to c u, whenever they get a chance…. When u argue with each other on stupid things and then end up laughing…. Friends….. . … They love you, but they are not your lover They care for you, but they are not from your family They are ready to share your pain, but they are not in your blood relation . They are……..FRIENDS! !!!! True friend …… . Scolds like a DAD.. Cares like a MOM.. Teases like a SISTER… Irritates like a BROTHER.. And finally loves U more than a LOVER. Send 2 all ur good friends even me if I am 1 of them. C how many u get back

An elderly man in Mumbai calls his son in New York and says: ‘I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are getting a divorce; 35 years of marriage…. And that much misery is enough!’ ‘Dad, what are you talking about?’ the son screams. ‘We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,’ the old man says. ‘We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Hong Kong and tell her!’ Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. ‘Like heck they’re getting divorced,’ she shouts, ‘I’ll take care of this.’ She calls Mumbai immediately, and screams at the old man, ‘You are not getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then , don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR??’ and she hangs up. The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.. ‘Okay’, he says, ‘It’s all set. They’re both coming for our anniversary and paying their own airfare!!’ MORAL: No man / woman is busy in this world all 365 days. The sky is not going to fall down if you take few days LEAVE and meet your dear ones. Office work Is not everything in life and Money is not Everything in Life

Girl: I’m having my operation now I love you. The girl lays on operation bed. Boy stands there with watery eyes without saying I love you too. ….. Girl finishes heart transplant, the boy is gone. Girl: Nurse where is he? Nurse says: They didn’t tell you who’s heart they gave you, did they? Nurse hands the girl a note Girl reads note …”I told you it was yours”..!!

I remember when I saw you first, Your smile was water to my thirst, My heart moved away with love’s stream, You meant to me more than just a dream.!! My feelings got worse with an internal fight, I could not stop thinking about you all night, I asked, is it love?, Who would deem?, Or should I forget it just like a dream..?? I gathered courage and started to walk, dialed your number and decided to talk, My words were not good enough to mean, you have become more than Just a dream..!! You entered my life and it was full of glory, being with you made my life a perfect story, Our romance heated up to its extreme, I thought I was living a perfect dream..!! I was alone again as I reached dawn, It broke my heart when I found you gone, My days went black and night on blue theme, I did not sleep to avoid any other dream..!! Its you I still love and may always need, but you followed your shallow greed, I know who you have is better and supreme, I wonder whats worse, reality or my dream..!! I waited for you every night and day, Thought all the hopes have now flown away, I woke up everyday with loud screams, as My heart bleeds due to broken dreams..!! I wonder now whats false and whats true, Did I lost my faith on love, or on you, All that you did or you tried to seem, Was that you or just a false dream..!

Girl : I’ll do anything to prove that I love you! Boy : What would you do for me? Girl : I’ll die for you. Boy : You don’t have to die for me to prove me that you love me! Girl : Then what can i do to prove you that i love you? Boy : All you have to do is be happy. Boy : Even if it’s not me that makes you happy I want you to be happy with the one that was meant to be with you. Boy:That all you have to do to prove me that you love me.. !

Have you tried Saying you are Ok but you are not? Pretending to understand but you don’t? Acting like you are busy but in reality you are lonely? Convincing people that you just want to be friends but what you really want is more than friend? When you know that he/she has somebody else ‘n you pretend that it doesn’t hurt but it really hurts bad inside? When you say you have moved on, but the truth is you are just still waiting? When you say you are over with him/her, but you know you still love him/her? When you say you can’t relate with this msg, but you really do? Thats What The Life Is:-)

The way I feel, when I’m with you, I forget my troubles, like there’s just us two. You make my heart, beat fast and strong, and you make me feel, that I truly belong. You fill the gaps, inside my heart, like I’ve finally found, my missing part. I sink in your eyes, I’m warmed by your smile, and the world is perfect, just for a while. You make life better, than it used to be. You are the sugar, in my cup of tea. Whenever you need me, I’ll always be there. I’ll be there to talk to, I’ll be there to care. Because for you, I would do anything.

Boy: I miss you. Girl: And so? Boy: I really did. Girl: oK. Boy: I’m sorry. Girl: What for? Boy: For ignoring your efforts to communicate with me. Girl: Its OK. I got used to it, then I got tired, so I stopped trying and started forgetting. Boy: I.. Boy: I…tried to forget about you, you see. Girl: …. Boy: Cause it tore me apart that we can never be… Girl: its OK. Boy: Why is it so OK? Girl: I got used to days hoping you’d be back, but then you never did. I started facing reality, and started to get a move on. Boy: Wait…am I too late? Girl: Too late for what? Boy: To court you? Girl: You know, I’ve always wanted to hear that from you. Back then, a year ago. But… I got used to only wishing for it..then realized it would never happen, so I stopped hoping. Boy: I’m really sorry, but don’t worry, this time, I will make your wishes come true. Girl: Its my turn to say sorry. Time got into me. You’ve broken my heart already. I cant risk experiencing that again.Thank you anyway. For communicating with me after a year of silence ..!

Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but shorter temperments and narrower points of view. We spend more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses, but smaller families. We have more compromises, but less time. We have more knowledge, but less judgement. We have more medicines, but less health. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk much, we love only a little, and we hate too much. We reached the moon and came back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors. We have conquered the outer space, but not our inner space. We have higher income, but less morals… These are times with more liberty, but less joy… With much more food, but less nutrition… These are days in which two salaries come home, but divorces increase. These are times of finer houses, but more broken homes.

  A BROKEN HEART  is when you actually refuse to get out of bed in the morning because you are afraid of the reality that awaits you. A BROKEN HEART  is when you think about the individual that broke your heart constantly. You reminisce the “Good Times” almost as if the “Bad Times” never existed. A BROKEN HEART  is when you are crying yourself to sleep every night & yet crying more & more each morning. A BROKEN HEART  is the unforgettable smell of his shirt that sits in that empty box; stowed away. A BROKEN HEART  is the cold shattering feeling you receive when you hear the syllables of his name. A BROKEN HEART  is glancing at the pictures of the two of you, & then quickly turning your attention to something else to avoid your tears. A BROKEN HEART  is re-reading his/HER ancient letters & putting away the jewelry that he once bought for you. A BROKEN HEART  is secretly wanting to run back to him & secretly wanting to just be loved by him again. A BROKEN HEART  is asking desperately for just one last chance with the only person responsible for your loneliness. A BROKEN HEART  is pretending to not care what his friends are saying about you. A BROKEN HEART  is forcing yourself to hang up the phone after you have dialed the first three digits to his number. A BROKEN HEART  is screaming & begging for a second chance inside. A BROKEN HEART  is the emptiness & heart-wrenching feeling you encounter when you see him with his new love. A BROKEN HEART  is knowing that no matter what you do or say to yourself, you can’t fool ...

This advice was passed along to me from a counselor; it was great to hear so I wanted to share it. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that’s not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can’t “be friends.” A friend wouldn’t mistreat a friend. Don’t settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don’t stay because you think “it will get better.” You’ll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. Avoid men who’ve got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn’t marry them when he got them pregnant, Why would he treat you any differently? Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man’s behavior. Change comes from within. Don’t EVER make him feel he is more important than you are…even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less. Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else’s man. Oh Lord! ...