philosophy-of-life-people

It's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not this town´s fault that I don't feel I fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories. I'm happy up here, and because of that I'm happy up there too

Afghan GirlIce blue eyes that look to the morning sky as I knit the pieces and remnants of my life. I have No books, no paper, no pencils, and no black boards. I look at the holes in my life as I see the hills of the Appalachians that echo. I think to myself, who will I marry? Is my life-like Pari? These strings please come together. Snowflakes give me hope, and my dreams dance all around me. I__l put another log on the fire. I watch the brown paper bag over the broken glass pane letting the cold wind in; I__l take some of these remnants and stuff it.These strings are come together. Mama told me that life would be hard. I bartered for flour the other day, and the chickens ain__ laying no eggs. I struggle with life and these strings. My hands are worn and tired. Now, I have granny square hands. I am unclean, unblemished, and finished, Afghan girl.

And in the end you will realise that everything you did, you did for you and for the people like you...

We can't change yesterday, but we can change tomorrow...

I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece of happiness and heaven right here on earth...

We are all capable of becoming something monstrous.

You have to be enthusiastic enough to do what is required for achieving your dreams and goals.

Diversity is an aspect of human existence that cannot be eradicated by terrorism or war or self-consuming hatred. It can only be conquered by recognizing and claiming the wealth of values it represents for all.

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

Maxims of Ptahhotep spoke a lot of sense; 'Do not be arrogant because of your knowledge, but confer with the ignorant man as with the learned. Good speech is more hidden than malachite, yet it is found in the possession of women slaves at the millstones.' Now THAT I__l give the green light to. The opinions, eloquence and articulacy of the man or woman on the street can often be as invaluable as precious stones.

We're shadows! of naught - living, dying! for what's not.

Only that 'holy' book which teaches you to love all beings - animals or human things - read. Another one, idiots do, You let go, God speed.

Until you get it that in reality you, and the enemy you hate, are identically and inseparably 'One', of a single make, you're one big silly mistake.

Speak truth even if you be aloneFor truth hath no friend but itselfKhoiSan Book of Wisdom