I don't think I'm a weirdo in a bad way. There's just a lot going on in my head.
The truth is always more powerful and stronger than love, because the love becomes powerless in the absence of the truth.
A person who is in the elements of his own is often thrown to a situation to be shown all alone; and people who aren’t may be in a position seen by all, but they are often unknown to be utterly lone.
If life is a game, then the people who play in center with their own style only make the real name; but for others the aim is just the same for they do anything from comment, copy, criticize, cover or cheer by being anywhere.
Sometimes, something of someone is liked too much not because it holds too much value or has a true value, but because there are too many bidders and buyers to have the same thing at the resale value.
The moot question is not that how many persons are of good or not so good character, but who applauds the character truly as the real beauty factor in own and others' lives.
First person to appreciate the good points of others is always special in life as he or she manifests his or her leadership through initiatives.
I like to point out that people very often confuse the idea that truth is subjective with the fact that truth is perishable.
I have a couple of what I call "buttons" - fears or anxieties that when tweaked can cause me to be vulnerable. Fear of failure, not being good enough, and abandonment are my main buttons. However, they have diminished greatly over the years as I have really confronted those fears in order to work through them.
It often requires more courage to dare to do right than to fear to do wrong.
Real love doesn't die. It's the physical body that dies. Genuine, authentic love has no expectations whatsoever; it doesn't even need the physical presence of a person. . . . Even when he is dead and buried that part of you that loves the person will always live.