Sad Love Story

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. She said, "I miss you." I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine. I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go." Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat. Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!" Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home. Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night. But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station." We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship. We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go. She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face. She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore." I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?" I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?" I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other. Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind. The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself." She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside. She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words. Read more: http://www.unp.me/f38/a-very-sad-love-story-44316/#ixzz26GqdaJpQ

Romantic

Love Means... (a girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle) Girl: Slow down. I'm scared. Guy: No this is fun. Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him) Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me. In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.

最感人的爱情故事二

　很久很久以前，在寂静的海底躺着两粒砂。他们相距两尺。一粒砂爱上了另外一粒。他凝视着两尺开外的意中砂，平安幸福地过了好多年。水下风平浪静，砂粒觉得自己很幸福，因为他知道有自己爱的砂可以让自己凝视，不用管水面上的台榭焦土，沧海桑田。 　　沙滩上现出恐龙的脚印。潮水涌来，脚印消失了，没有留下任何痕迹。这与海底的砂粒无关，但是在这一时刻他忽然冒出了一个念头：要到自己所爱的砂粒面前对她说爱她。于是砂粒开始了漫长的旅途，他一点一点地滚动，不放过任何一点动力，不管是细如发丝的暗流还是鱼们搅起的微弱旋涡。每当有这种力量是他总是觉得很感谢上苍。 　　再往后，砂粒终于来到了意中砂的面前。他痴痴地看着自己所爱的砂，想想自己在两亿年间所走过的漫长的两尺，瞬间感到天上地下所有的幸福全部都堆砌到了自己一个身上。两粒砂互相看着，不说什麽。很久。砂粒终於决定要开口了。 　　正在这时一股水流涌来，巨大的吸力使砂粒漂起来，被吸进了一个洞里。他最后一眼看了看自己漫长的旅程，看了看自己爱着的砂粒，不知道该说什么。这时洞口合上了，顿时一片黑暗。他知道自己被一个蚌捕获了。 　　在以后的岁月里蚌偶尔会张开壳，砂粒还能看看外面的世界，这时他就看到那另一粒砂也在不远的地方凝视着自己。砂粒知道，世界是美好的。因为在光阴无法侵袭的海底，有另一粒砂在等待着自己。 　　某个时刻砂粒忽然觉得蚌有一点摇动，不久蚌壳张开了，映入眼帘的是海面，阳光，船和人类，人类用欣喜若狂的眼神望着他，他环视一下自身，知道自己已经变成了珍珠。这粒珍珠圆润硕大，在人类而言是无价之宝，可是对珍珠的制造者，死去的蚌来说只是一个带了些痛苦的意外。很快珍珠就被镶嵌到了王冠上。已经变成珍珠的砂粒觉得很悲哀，但是并不绝望，因为他知道，另一粒砂在海底，痴痴地然而永远地等待着他。 　　砂粒在王冠的顶端看着百官朝拜，看着国王老去，看着帝国衰落下去，随後国王终于死去了。王冠被用来陪葬。当王冠被放到棺材里的时候他听着墓穴门被关上，心里想着的是在海底等待自己的另一粒砂。他并不惊慌，因为他有的是时间。他为了两尺距离整整旅行了两亿年。 　　黑暗的墓穴并不寂寞，时常有老鼠之类的来和他做伴。他独自呆着，不知道的流逝。后来墓穴被打开了，两个盗墓者偷走了王冠，还有王冠上的珍珠。很不幸，他们在一条河边为了这粒最大的珍珠开始相互斗殴，双双死亡，珍珠掉到了河边。珍珠中的砂粒燃起了一辈子从未有过的希望，他知道世界上的很多河水最终都要流到海里。等雨季来临，他就可以随着河水流下，到海里去寻找她。也许要经过无穷岁月才能达到最初的地方，可是有什么关系呢？他知道另一粒砂一定会在海底做永远的等待，望穿秋水。 　　很快雨季来了，可是来临的不是暴涨的河水而是泥石流。珍珠和珍珠之中的砂粒一同被埋到了浅浅的地下。砂粒非常失望，可是他知道自己还有机会，因为陆地也是运动的，而且比自己快得多。 　　又是一个漫长。珍珠层已经被剥离得没有了，砂粒又露出了自己的本色，他觉得很干净，自己可以一尘不染地去见另一粒砂了。 　　上面传来沉重的隆隆声，这是一个工矿，砂粒和其他石头、泥土等一起被扔到了一个酷热的罐子里。他不知道自己已经被做成安装在发射架上的火箭。这时砂粒才觉得有些惊慌，他问身边的同伴：我们这是要去哪里？ 　　要飞向宇宙，向其他可能存在的智慧生命传达地球人类的信息。其他沙子骄傲地回答：不是每个分子都有这样的机会的。正在这时火箭发射了。 　　砂粒看着越来越远的地球，在宇宙中地球美丽而脆弱。他忽然间明白自己永远也不可能回到大海，回到没有任何诺言就在海底无尽等待自己的那一粒砂面前了。现在他是一粒飞上了茫茫宇宙的砂粒，是一个星球向宇宙所做的标记。可是比起这一切来他宁愿在海底做一粒砂，哪怕在自己所爱的砂粒身边呆上一个小时，就灰飞烟灭。仅仅是为了两粒砂之间可怜简单的爱情。 　　宇宙空间之中传出一粒砂的哭声，飘荡着良久不绝……

最感人的爱情故事

　一天，男孩送给他的女朋友一台中文传呼机，温柔地对她说：“我以后再也不怕找不到你了。” 　　女孩调皮地说：“如果我离开这座城市，你就呼不到我了。” 　　男孩得意地摇摇头：“我可是办了漫游的，无论你走到哪里我都会呼到你。” 　　女孩问他传呼号是什么，男孩说：“这是爱情专线，号码不公开。” 　　从此，女孩每天都把它带在身边，一刻也不离开。 　　在一个阳光明媚、让人有一份好得不得了的心情的周末，女孩只留了一张字条给父母，坐上汽车奔向邻近县城玩，但是没有人知道女孩正在走向一场灾难...... 　　女孩在县城玩了一天，拖着沉沉的脚步找到了一间带淋浴间的小旅馆。一走进房间，女孩迫不及待地走进浴室，想洗去一身的疲惫。当女孩正准备洗澡的时候，脚下一阵晃动，她急忙扶住一根铁管，心想是错觉？但跟随第二次晃动的，还有急促和沉闷的断裂声，女孩开始颤栗，她知道可怕的地震来了。随着第三、第四次更加猛烈的震动，无边的黑暗和无边的恐惧把女孩紧紧地包裹起来。女孩像一只受伤的野兽，拼命放声号叫，拼命拍打、撕咬浴室的门板。 　　然而一切都是徒劳，女孩无力地蜷缩在阴凉冷漠的地上。 　　不知过了多久，忽然腰间一阵颤动，是呼机。 　　女孩匆匆摘下它，在黑暗中摸索着按下键，看到了绿色的光芒：“张先生请你七点钟到老地方见面。”读着这句话，女孩的泪水又一次涌出来，滑过嘴角，咸涩涩的。 　　想着电话那边的他，女孩再一次尝试走出困境，但仍然只有徒劳与绝望。 　　女孩跌坐在地上，把自己蜷缩成一团，眼睛盯着呼机的屏幕。 　　不知过了多久，女孩睡着了，又不知过了多久，呼机再一次在女孩的手中颤动了：“张先生问你在哪里，请速回电话。”女孩再一次流下眼泪：我想告诉你我在哪里，但是我办不到啊。 　　女孩渐渐平静了下来，面对无法挽回的死亡，女孩不知道自己还能做些什么。 　　呼机第三次震动：“去了你家，看到你留下的字条，请火速回家。” 　　女孩的心开始躁动。 　　呼机第四次震动：“我听到广播，知道你那里发生了什么，相信你此时正拿着呼机读我的话，我们很快会见面的。”似乎有一缕曙光在女孩的眼前闪过。女孩期待呼机第五次震动，此时呼机成了她唯一的寄托。 　　时间一分一秒地过去，呼机像一个疲惫的孩子一样睡着了。 　　第五次震动终于来了：“我去找你，车不通，想尽各种办法，还是无功而返。我相信你不会有事的，你是一个聪明又好运的女孩，我期待你的归来！”。 　　第六次、第七次.........女孩在男孩一次又一次的传呼中度过了一个又一个恐惧与绝望的时刻，不知不觉已经两夜了，死亡的阴影越来越紧地裹住女孩的全身，她仿佛看到自己体内的鲜血和肌肉正被一条黑色的巨蛇一口一口贪婪地吞噬。 　　女孩觉得自己快不行了，连哭泣的力量都没有了，她的思想开始混乱，感觉自己在往下沉...... 　　就在沉到底的时候，呼机第三十八次，也许第四十八次、第五十八次震动起来，那震动像磁铁一样，牢牢地吸住了女孩体内残余的所有能量。“我们什么时候结婚？举行哪些仪式？从现在开始我们分别设想一下，日后评出最佳方案。” 　　结婚，婚礼，实在太诱人了，女孩陷入了遐想之中：海底婚礼？像鱼一样自由自在穿梭在海洋世界...跳伞婚礼？与白云并肩飞在空中...... 　　女孩再一次振作起来，是啊，那么美好的人生在等着我呢！！！ 　　第六十次，第六十一次......男孩一次又一次向女孩传呼，一次又一次给女孩注入生命的活力，一次又一次把女孩从死亡的道口拉回。 　　漫长的四个昼夜之后，女孩获救了。当她看到男孩惨白的脸、布满血丝的眼睛，一下子明白了世间最为珍贵的就是……爱 　　女孩在担架上轻轻拉住男孩的手，柔柔地说：“我是你今生的新娘。”

Give your best to relationship

A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed. The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised. That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble. Moral of the story: If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love, employer-employee relationship etc. Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully.

Military- A beautiful true love story

One day, a young guy and a young girl fell in love. But the guy came from a poor family. The girl’s parents weren’t too happy. So the young man decided not only to court the girl but to court her parents as well. In time, the parents saw that he was a good man and was worthy of their daughter’s hand. But there was another problem: The man was a soldier. Soon, war broke out and he was being sent overseas for a year. The week before he left, the man knelt on his knee and asked his lady love, “Will you marry me?” She wiped a tear, said yes, and they were engaged. They agreed that when he got back in one year, they would get married. But tragedy struck. A few days after he left, the girl had a major vehicular accident. It was a head-on collision. When she woke up in the hospital, she saw her father and mother crying. Immediately, she knew there was something wrong. She later found out that she suffered brain injury. The part of her brain that controlled her face muscles was damaged. Her once lovely face was now disfigured. She cried as she saw herself in the mirror. “Yesterday, I was beautiful. Today, I’m a monster.” Her body was also covered with so many ugly wounds. Right there and then, she decided to release her fiancé from their promise. She knew he wouldn’t want her anymore. She would forget about him and never see him again. For one year, the soldier wrote many letters—but she wouldn’t answer. He phoned her many times but she wouldn’t return her calls. But after one year, the mother walked into her room and announced, “He’s back from the war.” The girl shouted, “No! Please don’t tell him about me. Don’t tell him I’m here!” The mother said, “He’s getting married,” and handed her a wedding invitation. The girl’s heart sank. She knew she still loved him—but she had to forget him now. With great sadness, she opened the wedding invitation. And then she saw her name on it! Confused, she asked, “What is this?” That was when the young man entered her room with a bouquet of flowers. He knelt beside her and asked, “Will you marry me?” The girl covered her face with her hands and said, “I’m ugly!” The man said, “Without your permission, your mother sent me your photos. When I saw your photos, I realized that nothing has changed. You’re still the person I fell in love. You’re still as beautiful as ever. Because I love you!”

A box of kisses

Some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He yelled at her, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside it?” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,”Oh, Daddy, it is not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

How the poor live

One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?” “It was great, Dad.” “Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked. “Oh yeah,” said the son. “So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father. The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.” The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added, “Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.”

A dish of ice cream

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. “How much is an ice cream sundae?” “50 cents,” replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it. “How much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient. “35 cents,” she said brusquely. The little boy again counted the coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed. When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were 15 cents – her tip. Moral: don’t judge the book by its cover!

Short stories ( the goldfish bowl )

Have you ever been saved from embarrassment by a kindly soul who absorbs the ridicule? These are the kind of people who are friends for life. Check this story out. There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It’s never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives. The boy believes his heart is going to stop, he puts his head down and prays — “Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I’m dead meat.” He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered. As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy’s lap. The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, “Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!” Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else – Susie. She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. “You’ve done enough, you klutz!” Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Susie whispers back, “I wet my pants once too.” May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good.

The story of a blind girl

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend. One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “now that you can see the world, will you marry me?” The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying: “Just take care of my eyes dear.” This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations. Life Is A Gift Today before you think of saying an unkind word– think of someone who can’t speak. Before you complain about the taste of your food– think of someone who has nothing to eat. Before you complain about your husband or wife– think of someone who is crying out to God for a companion. Today before you complain about life– think of someone who went too early to heaven. Before you complain about your children– think of someone who desires children but they’re barren. Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn’t clean or sweep– think of the people who are living in the streets. Before whining about the distance you drive– think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet. And when you are tired and complain about your job– think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job. But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another– remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker. And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down– put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around. Life is a gift – Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it.

Stories with good moral values

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn’t seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window – and that thought now controlled his life. Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence–deathly silence. The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away–no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. Moral of the story: The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice…it is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never find lasting joy. The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. Our minds are like programs, awaiting the code that will determine behaviors; like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. If we regularly deposit positive, encouraging, and uplifting thoughts, if we continue to bite our lips just before we begin to grumble and complain, if we shoot down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates, we will find that there is much to rejoice about.

anonymous

I loved the way you said i love you several times a day but your one i hate you changed it all….

Anonymous

When i met you i never thought i would fall in love with you. Life has changed ever since, though i can’t express my love , cos i fear one day will come and i will lose you forever so i better be your friend and still love you .

Breakup Love Quotes

you may think that I’m tough, but deep inside I’m shattered apart, I just try my very best, on keeping the broken pieces inside of me from falling and be revealed.

anonymous

Everyone always says “true love with set you free” well it doesn’t. because your first true love if it ends will hurt for the rest of your life and be the hardest thing to let go of.

anonymous

I wish one day you will miss me so terribly that no matter how hard you look for me, you won’t find me. why? because, I want you to miss me the way I’m missing you

Anonymous

love doesn’t depend on us it depends to our heart

Quotes

Love is a risk. It can make your life heaven if you cares feeling of your loved ones, it can also make your life hell if you don’t care of feelings