We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
I Wish I Could Give You My Pain So That You Understand How Much You Hurt Me.
Let us first teach little children to breathe, to vibrate, to feel.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Don't worry about being successful, but work toward being significant, and the success will naturally follow.
Reality is not always probable or plausible.
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
I Wish I Could Give You My Pain So That You Understand How Much You Hurt Me.
Let us first teach little children to breathe, to vibrate, to feel.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Don't worry about being successful, but work toward being significant, and the success will naturally follow.
Reality is not always probable or plausible.