We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. None else has the blame, none has the praise.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy.
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
Another month.Another year.Another smile.Another tear.Another winter and another summer too. But there can never be another you. Miss you.
Success is not about seeking constant external comparison; it's about focusing on your own growth and progress, measuring success by your own standards.
Curb your desire—don’t set your heart on so many things and you will get what you need
We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. None else has the blame, none has the praise.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy.
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
Another month.Another year.Another smile.Another tear.Another winter and another summer too. But there can never be another you. Miss you.
Success is not about seeking constant external comparison; it's about focusing on your own growth and progress, measuring success by your own standards.
Curb your desire—don’t set your heart on so many things and you will get what you need