story

Just as I had done, my father sleeps off and on for days. Sometimes I sit by the bed in Marta's house and stare at him until I feel like it isn't a dream anymore. Sometimes Jimmi joins me and sometimes, when I'm alone I weep and I am not sure why. Maybe it's because of everything I had been through to get to this point or maybe it was for everything I had lost. Part of me thinks that I should be glad for all of the things I had gained.But the hero doesn't get the reward. The hero pays the price. As it is in every story.

There is only Love -- and Stories. All else is but a shadow dream.

The bigger the dream, the better the story.

Run your purpose on the toes of your feet before people can type your success stories with the fingers of their hands.

If you are a __ow-person_, you reduce the time rate during which your success story is to be published; if you delay a bit, you are either prolonging the date of publishing or you are deleting it at all cost! Be a __ow-person_ and do it now!

When all your efforts are channeled through a common canal for progress, no condition can alter a single sentence of your success story! Dream it; Drive it; Be in focus!

Live life so well that, even if you die, the empty seats behind you will tell the story that, "yea, this soul did what God sent him/her to do". Give life and hope into your family, village, community, country, continent and the world at large. You can do it!

Don't tell me that I can't do it. Go and tell God that story. After all, He is the one who gave me the air to breath and be able to do it well! Go!

The ink in the pen that writes success stories is "FOCUS"...

Your doubts do nothing than pouring cold water on your enviable dreams. Just keep doubts away from you and you will not dilute your success story!

The heart of a man is a small thing but it desires great matters. It is not big enough for a dog__ dinner but the whole world is not big enough for it. Man spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing. From the lamb he tears its guts and makes his harp resound; from the wolf his most deadly tooth to polish his pretty works of art; from the elephant his tusks to make a toy for his child.(...)And who will exterminate him who exterminates all others?

they say that girls are the ones who want fairy tail endings, but then again, who are the authors of fairy tales? mostly men...

when they asked me : why you still you use this old photo?my answer : photo? it's not a simple photo, it's a cover of a book that i can remember his story, page by page.

Tell someone a story, and you capture their imagination. Make someone laugh, and you capture their friendship. Bring a tear to their eye with poignant grace, and you capture their heart. But never, never attempt to capture someone__ spirit. That is theirs, and theirs alone.

How convinced are you that man was created in the image of God when you can't see the image of God?

If imagination is what enables us to conceive of and enjoy stories other than our own, and if empathy is the act of taking other people__ stories seriously, certainty deadens or destroys both qualities. When we are caught up in our own convictions, other people__ stories__hich is to say, other people__ease to matter to us.

Every song I am listening toIt has an imaginary story about you.

We live in the world we made up.