No young man believes he shall ever die. It was a saying of my brother's, and a fine one. There is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods. One half of time indeed is flown--the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures; for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes. We make the coming age our own.

The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.

Death, old age, are words without a meaning, that pass by us like the idle air which we regard not. Others may have undergone, or may still be liable to them--we "bear a charmed life", which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. As in setting out on delightful journey, we strain our eager gaze forward.

Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!
And see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance; so, in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations, nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them. We have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag; and it seems that we can go on so forever. We look round in a new world, full of life, and motion, and ceaseless progress; and feel in ourselves all the vigour and spirit to keep pace with it, and do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things, decline into old age, and drop into the grave. It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness to our feelings in youth, that (so to speak) identifies us with nature, and (our experience being slight and our passions strong) deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it. Our short-lives connection with existence we fondly flatter ourselves, is an indissoluble and lasting union--a honeymoon that knows neither coldness, jar, nor separation. As infants smile and sleep, we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies, and lulled into security by the roar of the universe around us--we quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the more--objects press around us, filling the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.

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I’ve dedicated this list of wedding traditions and their origins to wedding enthusiasts across the globe. Three of my friends will be getting married shortly and let me tell you, wedding fever is in the air. Weddings are layered with many traditions that have evolved over time. Find out more about the origins of our most common wedding traditions.

1.BRIDESMAIDS

One of the most interesting wedding traditions remains with bridesmaids and their original purpose. Nowadays, bridesmaid dresses usually cause the most contention. However, originally bridesmaids dressed exactly the same as the bride. The purpose was to confuse evil spirits and stop them from becoming fixated on the bride, and ultimately prevent them from cursing the newlyweds.

2. WHITE BRIDAL GOWN

It was actually Queen Victoria who introduced the white wedding tradition back in 1840. Since then, women all over the world have followed her cue. Traditionally, the white wedding gown symbolized purity, innocence and chastity. Not so sure about this nowadays…and many brides are choosing other colors for their gowns.

3. THE RING FINGER

Beyonce’s "if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it" lyrics chimes an element of ancient truth. In ancient Rome, when a man put a ring on a woman, he literally took possession of her. The ring symbolized his ownership. Additionally, ancient Romans believed the ‘Vena Amoris’ or ‘Vein of Love’ connected the left ring finger directly to the heart, which is why the wedding ring is only ever placed on this finger.

4. STAG NIGHTS

One of the oldest wedding traditions is the stag night and it hasn’t changed much since the Spartans started it in the 5th Century B.C. Stag nights are when a groom celebrates his last night as a single man. No superstitions, no evolution, just the same celebration with the same purpose and I’m guessing the same outcome – MESSY.

5. BOUQUET

In ancient times, bouquets were made up of pungent herbs and spices like garlic and dill. The reason was to ward off those pesky evil spirits and prevent ill health. Fortunately times have changed and we have evolved to become a less superstitious society. Nowadays, brides carry bouquets made up of fragrant flowers as oppose to pungent herbs

6. THROWING RICE

In ancient times, rice symbolized the seed of life. Traditionally it was thrown at the newlywed couple as they departed from the church. This gesture was to wish the couple luck, prosperity and fertility. Nowadays, it's simply seen as littering and apparently it's not so good for native birds. These days, people are replacing rice with ribbons or confetti.

7. CARRYING THE BRIDE OVER THE THRESHOLD

Traditionally speaking, there were two different reasons the groom carried the bride over the threshold. In some parts of the world it was to protect his bride from being possessed by evil spirits. Back then, brides were considered as being highly vulnerable to spirit intrusion. In other parts of the world, it was a way of preventing the bride from appearing too eager to lose her virginity. Nowadays, it’s a romantic gesture, one that I hope sticks around forever.

The love world is big, which can hold hundreds of disappointments;
the love world is small which is crowded even with three people inside. 

To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

Don’t waste your time on a man/woman, who isn’t willing to waste their time on you. 
Don’t try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one,
so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

It is better bo have love and lost than never to have loved at all. 
Love me little, love me long.

To live in a world without you is more painful than any punishment.
Do you know that no one can replace you in my heart? 
If love is a mountain, then if men go up,
more women they will see while women will see fewer men. 
Love makes man grow up or sink down. 
The only thing you can do when you no longer have something is not to forget. 
To forgive is not to forget, nor remit, but let it go;
to be lonely is not because you have no friends, but no one is living in your heart. 
The worst way to miss someone is to be
sitting right beside them knowing you can’t have them. 

To keep someone around you is not love; love is to let the one you love go freely. 
During the whole life, you will regret for two things:
one is that you don’t get the one you love and the other is the one you love is not happy. 
Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened. 

Never expect the perfect man,
it’s not because that you cannot find, but just because there is no perfect man. 
An unacceptable love needs no sorrow but sometime for forgetting.
A badly-hurt heart needs no sympathy but understanding. 
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. 
No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won’t make you cry.

It’s often said that you will have the same life as the person you find.
Therefore, different choices make different endings.

Sometimes you need to look back,
otherwise you will never know what you have lost in the way of forever searching.

Most of people are looking forward the crystal-like love—pure without any defect.
However the truth is most people are having the glass-like love.

The one you love also loves you. This is a miracle.
And the god names this as falling in love with each other. 
How it feels when you are loved by the one you love? How could it be like?
If you want to answer it immediately, you shall know how happy you are.

Hope and trust is the tail of a lizard, which can reproduce even after being cut off. 
Do you think that the sourest feeling is to be jealous?
No, the sourest thing is that you have no rights to be jealous.
That’s the sourest thing.


The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.

To lost in something you love is better than to win in something you hate. 
It is better bo have love and lost than never to have loved at all.

I know that love shall not be compared, but I still used to complaining what he is lack of. 
Never frown, even when you are sad,
because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. 
Love is an impossible meeting.
For example, I am a bird flying in sky,
you are a leopard in forest. We just fall in love accidentally. 
When someone abandons you, it is him that gets loss
because he lost someone who truly loves him
but you just lost one who doesn’t love you.

Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to,
doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

Good love makes you see the whole world from one person
while bad love makes you abandon the whole world for one person.

Why to ask so much when you are in love?
The mature never ask the past,
the wise never ask the present
and the open-minded never ask the future.

The key for happiness is not to find a perfect person,
but find someone and build a perfect relationship with him. 
If you leave me, please don’t comfort me
because each sewing has to meet stinging pain. 

Think it over

Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. 

Think it over……

Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but shorter temperaments and narrower points of view; 

We spend more, but enjoy less; 

We have bigger houses, but smaller families; 

We have more compromises, but less time; 

We have more knowledge, but less judgment; 

We have more medicines ,but less health; 

We have multiplied out possessions, but reduced out values; 

We talk much, we love only a little, and we hate too much; 

We reached the moon and came back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors; 

We have conquered the outer space, but not our inner space; 

We have higher income, but less morals; 

These are times with more liberty, but less joy; 

We have much more food, but less nutrition; 

These are the days in which it takes two salaries for each home, but divorces increase; 

These are times of finer houses, but more broken homes; 

That‘s why I propose, that as of today; 

You do not keep anything for a special occasion. because every day that you live is a special occasion. 

Search for knowledge, read more ,sit on your porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs;  

Spend more time with your family and friends, eat your favorite foods, visit the places you love; 

Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment; not only about survival; 

Use your crystal goblets. do not save your best perfume, and use it every time you feel you want it. 

Remove from your vocabulary phrases like "one of these days" or "someday"; 

Let‘s write that letter we thought of writing "one of these days"! 

Let‘s tell our families and friends how much we love them; 

Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life; 

Every day, every hour, and every minute is special; 

And you don't know if it will be your last. 

I will persist. I will win.

 I will persist until I succeed. 　　 

　　In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.

　　

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.

　　

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner.

　　

　　Always will I take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult.

　　

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　Henceforth, I will consider each day's effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak. The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble. So it will be with my efforts of today.

　　

　　I will be liken to the raindrop which washes away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.

　　

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and phrases as quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the question, improbable, failure, unworkable, hopeless, and retreat; for they are the words of fools. I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should infect me then I will work on in despair. I will toil and I will endure. I will ignore the obstacles at my feet and keep mine eyes on the goals above my head, for I know that where dry desert ends, green grass grows.

　　

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good. I will persist with knowledge that each failure to sell will increase my chance for success at the next attempt. Each nay I hear will bring me closer to the sound of yea. Each frown I meet only prepares me for the smile to come. Each misfortune I encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow's good luck. I must have the night to appreciate the day. I must fail often to succeed only once.

　　

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　I will try, and try, and try again. Each obstacle I will consider as a mere detour to my goal and a challenge to my profession. I will persist and develop my skills as the mariner develops his, by learning to ride out the wrath of each storm.

　　

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　Henceforth, I will learn and apply another secret of those who excel in my work. When each day is ended, not regarding whether it has been a success or a failure, I will attempt to achieve one more sale. When my thoughts beckon my tired body homeward I will resist the temptation to depart. I will try again. I will make one more attempt to close with victory, and if that fails I will make another. Never will I allow any day to end with a failure. Thus will I plant the seed of tomorrow's success and gain an insurmountable advantage over those who cease their labor at a prescribed time. When others cease their struggle, the mine will begin, and my harvest will be full.

　　I will persist until I succeed. 　　

　　Nor will I allow yesterday's success to lull me into today's complacency, for this is the great foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone, whether they were good or bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be the best day of my life.

　　

　　So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist. For now I know one of the greatest principles of success; if I persist long enough I will win.

　　

　　I will persist. I will win.

Age has reached the end of the beginning of a word. May be guilty in his seems to passing a lot of different life became the appearance of the same day; May be back in the past, to oneself the paranoid weird belief disillusionment, these days, my mind has been very messy, in my mind constantly. Always feel oneself should go to do something, or write something. Twenty years of life trajectory deeply shallow, suddenly feel something, do it.

　　一字开头的年龄已经到了尾声。或许是愧疚于自己似乎把转瞬即逝的很多个不同的日子过成了同一天的样子；或许是追溯过去，对自己那些近乎偏执的怪异信念的醒悟，这些天以来，思绪一直很凌乱，在脑海中不断纠缠。总觉得自己自己似乎应该去做点什么，或者写点什么。二十年的人生轨迹深深浅浅，突然就感觉到有些事情，非做不可了。

The end of our life, and can meet many things really do?

　　而穷尽我们的一生，又能遇到多少事情是真正地非做不可？

During my childhood, think lucky money and new clothes are necessary for New Year, but as the advance of the age, will be more and more found that those things are optional; Junior high school, thought to have a crush on just means that the real growth, but over the past three years later, his writing of alumni in peace, suddenly found that isn't really grow up, it seems is not so important; Then in high school, think don't want to give vent to out your inner voice can be in the high school children of the feelings in a period, but was eventually infarction when graduation party in the throat, later again stood on the pitch he has sweat profusely, looked at his thrown a basketball hoops, suddenly found himself has already can't remember his appearance.

Originally, this world, can produce a chemical reaction to an event, in addition to resolutely, have to do, and time.

　　

A person's time, your ideas are always special to clear. Want, want, line is clear, as if nothing could shake his. Also once seemed to be determined to do something, but more often is he backed out at last. Dislike his cowardice, finally found that there are a lot of love, there are a lot of miss, like shadow really have been doomed. Those who do, just green years oneself give oneself an arm injection, or is a self-righteous spiritual.

　　

At the moment, the sky is dark, the air is fresh factor after just rained. Suddenly thought of blue plaid shirt; Those were broken into various shapes of stationery; From the corner at the beginning of deep friendship; Have declared the end of the encounter that haven't start planning... Those years, those days of do, finally, like youth, will end in our life.

Unusual the last nothing in the afternoon, I eat lunch then cat slipped out, loose T-shirt, the bulk of the foam slippers, exude a lazy taste.
I'm not a love goes out to anyone, but if the weather is nice and I was happy to go out today, for example. The afternoon warm cool to 27 degrees, the summer wind flutter in the face, like the fetal hair, wisps of rub on the face side, can't say sweet soft.
The sun fine sprinkled on the window, the dark green pine spilled it secretly, the narrow pine needles in the soft light and almost transparent. Amber texture with jumping beam, in waxy soft wind uniform floating, like not hold time.
Sunlight from the south west oblique light gradually, more and more shallow, like a practical joke girl, barefoot, carrying a white skirt make one's way noiselessly to approach you, the pace more and more light, more and more light, lest you find. The eaves of the big sleep, idle, lifted to see to see her, and still sleep.
She was more act recklessly and care for nobody, jump out of the dense branches after suddenly, smile so bright, so silent on you with a warm, going deep into your heart.
The wind is soft and delicate, than the sun to shy, like an introverted boy. A thin sweater wearing clean, looming above with a touch of green tea fragrance. He walk silently in the corner of the street of the city street corner, leisurely manner, as if thinking of sth..
On the corner of a street be caught off guard, you hit him, his shy apologized, and then hurried away, Yijiao Pian, pulled a cool.
If you are willing to, can pick up on an avenue, away from the bustling downtown, the shuttle in the middle of a pile of old residential buildings. Both sides are lush camphor tree, under the shady trees, that not open green along the branches of a layer by layer permeability, more and more light, more and more bright. Tree Posuo, shaking in the neat rows of dark red brick, like baby bassinet, gentle rocking, even the trees under the shade of the elderly people have a deep sleep.
The house is quiet afternoon, everyone in the nap, you will suddenly find the chaos world of the original can also be so quiet, you could almost hear it in the wind was gasping for breath, chest rise and fall slightly, he finally removed the layers of security at that moment, Enron asleep.
He no longer cold, not cruel, that moment, he like you and me, so fragile, so devout, like an innocent child, sleep in the pure sunlight, accept her gentle baptism.
If you like, the world the original can also be so gentle. My friend, occasionally emptying yourself, in this confused fuss live in the world originally is a labor-intensive. Give yourself an afternoon time, wear your most comfortable shoes, a light, go for a walk in the sun, the breeze transfer bending.
In the quiet place gently close your eyes, you'll find out, originally at this moment, it is the sun warm, quiet days.

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Roses in December

Ever get that foggy, sluggish feeling when you first get up in the morning or when you hit that afternoon slump? That sluggish feeling could actually be adding pounds to your waistline and taking years off your life.

So, what’s the solution to a better night’s sleep and bidding ”good-bye” to that sluggish feeling? Seven to nine hours of quality sleep!

 Take a look at five ways to creating a better nighCoaches more times than not use their hearts instead of their heads to make tough decisions. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case when I realized we had a baseball conference game scheduled when our seniors would be in Washington, D.C. for the annual senior field trip. We were a team dominated by seniors, and for the first time in many years, we were in the conference race for first place. I knew we couldn’t win without our seniors, so I called the rival coach and asked to reschedule the game when everyone was available to play.

“No way,” he replied. The seniors were crushed and offered to skip the much-awaited traditional trip. I assured them they needed to go on the trip as part of their educational experience, though I really wanted to accept their offer and win and go on to the conference championship. But I did not, and on that fateful Tuesday, I wished they were there to play.

I had nine underclass players eager and excited that they finally had a chance to play. The most excited player was a young mentally challenged boy we will call Billy. Billy was, I believe, overage, but because he loved sports so much, an understanding principal had given him permission to be on the football and baseball teams. Billy lived and breathed sports and now he would finally get his chance to play. I think his happiness captured the imagination of the eight other substitute players. Billy was very small in size, but he had a big heart and had earned the respect of his teammates with his effort and enthusiasm. He was a left-handed hitter and had good baseball skills. His favorite pastime, except for the time he practiced sports, was to sit with the men at a local rural store talking about sports. On this day, I began to feel that a loss might even be worth Billy’s chance to play.

Our opponents jumped off to a four-run lead early in the game, just as expected. Somehow we came back to within one run, and that was the situation when we went to bat in the bottom of the ninth. I was pleased with our team’s effort and the constant grin on Billy’s face. If only we could win..., I thought, but that’s asking too much. If we lose by one run, it will be a victory in itself. The weakest part of our lineup was scheduled to hit, and the opposing coach put his ace pitcher in to seal the victory.

To our surprise, with two outs, a batter walked, and the tying run was on first base. Our next hitter was Billy. The crowd cheered as if this were the final inning of the conference championship, and Billy waved jubilantly. I knew he would be unable to hit this pitcher, but what a day it had been for all of us. Strike one. Strike two. A fastball. Billy hit it down the middle over the right fielder’s head for a triple to tie the score. Billy was beside himself, and the crowd went wild.

Ben, our next hitter, however, hadn’t hit the ball even once in batting practice or intrasquad games. I knew there was absolutely no way for the impossible dream to continue. Besides, our opponents had the top of their lineup if we went into overtime. It was a crazy situation and one that needed reckless strategy.

I called a time-out, and everyone seemed confused when I walked to third base and whispered something to Billy. As expected, Ben swung on the first two pitches, not coming close to either. When the catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher Billy broke from third base sprinting as hard as he could. The pitcher didn’t see him break, and when he did he whirled around wildly and fired the ball home. Billy dove in head first, beat the throw, and scored the winning run. This was not the World Series, but don’t tell that to anyone present that day. Tears were shed as Billy, the hero, was lifted on the shoulders of all eight team members.

If you go through town today, forty-two years later, you’ll likely see Billy at that same country store relating to an admiring group the story of the day he won the game that no one expected to win. Of all the spectacular events in my sports career, this memory is the highlight. It exemplified what sports can do for people, and Billy’s great day proved that to everyone who saw the game.

J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” Billy gave all of us a rose garden.t’s sleep:

1. Set Your Sleep Routine. Yes, we know, easy for us to say. Between juggling your daily responsibilities and taking care of your family, you’re lucky if your head hits the pillow at all every night. Make an effort to get your body into a regular routine of relaxing around the same time each evening. Put on your pajamas, brush your teeth and relax by reading a good book for 15 minutes before climbing into bed. Routine is your best friend.

2. Consume Carefully. Consider what you consume: from the amount of water you drink daily (you should have half of your body weight in ounces daily) to the foods you eat. Are the foods you’re giving your body “life-giving” and meant to fuel your energy or do they just satisfy a craving? Keep your Isagenix products on hand and snack healthfully, making sure to take your Ageless Essentials™ with Product B™ daily along with your IsaLean® Shake.

3. Turn Off the Lights. Melatonin helps control sleep and wake cycles, being produced at high levels by the brain at night and dropping in the early morning hours. Lights from the TV, computer or other devices interfere with the release of melatonin, making it more difficult to fall asleep by increasing alertness and shifting circadian rhythms later. Be sure to turn off all light-emitting devices for at least an hour before bed to help your body wind down.

4. Exercise Early.  Schedule your run or exercise routine for first thing in the morning instead of in the evening. Vigorous exercise even three hours before bedtime can keep you awake since it stimulates some of your major organs including your heart. Another benefit to exercising early? Studies show that those who exercise in the morning stick with their routine better than those who wait until later in the day, promoting increased weight loss. Some research even shows that those who exercise in the morning sleep sounder at night.

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Say" I love you" 

There was once a guy who suffered from cancer, a cancer that can't be cured. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. So he asked his mother and she gave him permission.

He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a beautiful girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.

She looked up and asked, "Can I help you?"

She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.

He said, "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD."

He picked one out and gave her money for it.

"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.

He nodded and she went to the back. She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store.
He went home and from then on, he went to that store every day and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her. So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store as usual. He bought a CD like he did every day and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...

RRRRRING!!!

One day the phone rang, and the mother picked it up and said, "Hello?"

It was the girl!!! The mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday..."

The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day, the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet.

She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all these CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jocelyn.

The mother was deeply moved and opened another CD...

Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jocelyn.

Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You."

I am the wind， the gentle wind； I am the clouds， the slow， drifting clouds； I am the water， the silent water； I am the mountains， the boundless mountains… If you so want， I will be the gentle wind that will wrap around your lonely spirit！ If you so desire， I will be the slow， drifting clouds that will unquestioningly be your support！ If you so wish， I will be that silent water， without a murmur， protecting you by your side. If you so will， I will love you unrelentingly， just like those boundless， unbroken mountain ranges and valleys！ But， I regret I am not the wind and not able to take care of you. I hate that I am not the clouds and not able to bring you warmth； I pity myself that I am not the water and not able to be so pure； I am angry that I am not the mountains and not able to have my love will be as immovable as I would like. I can only be myself this time， my mortal， earthly self， my only self， the only self that I can ever hope to be. I thirst for love but I do not understand her deep mystery. I strive for transcendence but I would rather be silent and nameless. I want to be mature but I would rather remain innocent. I would like that she love me， but I do not know even if I truly love her！ Endless searching， thirsting， striving， pursuing-where are my goals？ Where is my future？ In this mundane world， I am one lonely speck； in this universe I am a powerless particle of dust. My love， thought beautiful， is nothing great in itself. And so， I ask only to live as well as I can. In truth， there is no need to live one‘s life basking in glory， rising above men—— so long as one’s life has some value， has some security… Fearless and capricious， love will cause me great pain. Youth， transient and inconstant， will bring me loneliness. Work， busy and mindless， will make me lost. I am just searching for and waiting for some of that which shines， that which is radiant in life…

The Difference Between Favor and Love

The distance between favor and love is not so far, but fewer people can easily change favor into love. Walking around the favor forever, you can always have a slight feeling of sweetness without any burden… but it is a successful step and reborn emotion for you to make favor into love.

Favor will say loudly “Hello, I am coming!” Otherwise, love will whisper “Going ahead, I will come with you.”

“ I am walking through the green grass; wandering on the small dike. Sun is embracing me; wind is hugging me…… “ The favor sings. “You have tender eyes and considerate soul. If you do not mind , please allow me to be close to you, I think I will understand you…” Love whispers.

Favor make a fool person lovely and smart, but love make a clever person with lower intelligence. A Girl will always be a girl, beautiful, charming and lively, when she comes across favor ; A girl will become a woman, strong, generous and tender, when she falls in love .

Favor makes a person pure; but love makes a person profound.

Favor is a baby , but love is in the quietness.

Favor likes the street light, colorful and bright; however, love is the candlelight, it can illuminate people’s inner world, everything around it becomes gentle and obscure, but full of connotation.

Favor means to choice, but love means to accept.

Favor and love have many differences. They have their own meanings. Therefore, don’t mistake favor for love, and vice versa.

Coaches more times than not use their hearts instead of their heads to make tough decisions. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case when I realized we had a baseball conference game scheduled when our seniors would be in Washington, D.C. for the annual senior field trip. We were a team dominated by seniors, and for the first time in many years, we were in the conference race for first place. I knew we couldn’t win without our seniors, so I called the rival coach and asked to reschedule the game when everyone was available to play.

“No way,” he replied. The seniors were crushed and offered to skip the much-awaited traditional trip. I assured them they needed to go on the trip as part of their educational experience, though I really wanted to accept their offer and win and go on to the conference championship. But I did not, and on that fateful Tuesday, I wished they were there to play.

I had nine underclass players eager and excited that they finally had a chance to play. The most excited player was a young mentally challenged boy we will call Billy. Billy was, I believe, overage, but because he loved sports so much, an understanding principal had given him permission to be on the football and baseball teams. Billy lived and breathed sports and now he would finally get his chance to play. I think his happiness captured the imagination of the eight other substitute players. Billy was very small in size, but he had a big heart and had earned the respect of his teammates with his effort and enthusiasm. He was a left-handed hitter and had good baseball skills. His favorite pastime, except for the time he practiced sports, was to sit with the men at a local rural store talking about sports. On this day, I began to feel that a loss might even be worth Billy’s chance to play.

Our opponents jumped off to a four-run lead early in the game, just as expected. Somehow we came back to within one run, and that was the situation when we went to bat in the bottom of the ninth. I was pleased with our team’s effort and the constant grin on Billy’s face. If only we could win..., I thought, but that’s asking too much. If we lose by one run, it will be a victory in itself. The weakest part of our lineup was scheduled to hit, and the opposing coach put his ace pitcher in to seal the victory.

To our surprise, with two outs, a batter walked, and the tying run was on first base. Our next hitter was Billy. The crowd cheered as if this were the final inning of the conference championship, and Billy waved jubilantly. I knew he would be unable to hit this pitcher, but what a day it had been for all of us. Strike one. Strike two. A fastball. Billy hit it down the middle over the right fielder’s head for a triple to tie the score. Billy was beside himself, and the crowd went wild.

Ben, our next hitter, however, hadn’t hit the ball even once in batting practice or intrasquad games. I knew there was absolutely no way for the impossible dream to continue. Besides, our opponents had the top of their lineup if we went into overtime. It was a crazy situation and one that needed reckless strategy.

I called a time-out, and everyone seemed confused when I walked to third base and whispered something to Billy. As expected, Ben swung on the first two pitches, not coming close to either. When the catcher threw the ball back to the pitcher Billy broke from third base sprinting as hard as he could. The pitcher didn’t see him break, and when he did he whirled around wildly and fired the ball home. Billy dove in head first, beat the throw, and scored the winning run. This was not the World Series, but don’t tell that to anyone present that day. Tears were shed as Billy, the hero, was lifted on the shoulders of all eight team members.

If you go through town today, forty-two years later, you’ll likely see Billy at that same country store relating to an admiring group the story of the day he won the game that no one expected to win. Of all the spectacular events in my sports career, this memory is the highlight. It exemplified what sports can do for people, and Billy’s great day proved that to everyone who saw the game.

J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” Billy gave all of us a rose garden.

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street， going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed， one child appeared， and a brick smashed into the Jag's side door. He slammed on the brakes and spun the Jag back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown.

He jumped out of the car, grabbed some kid and pushed him up against a parked car， shouting， "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?"Building up a head of steam， he went on"That's a new car and that brick you threw is gonna cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"

“Please， mister， please， I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do!”pleaded the youngster." It's my brother，" he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up.

Sobbing， the boy asked the executive， "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words， the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts， checking to see that everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you， sir. And God bless you，" the grateful child said to him. The man then watched the little boy push his brother to the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk backs to his Jaguar... a long， slow walk. He never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.

Life whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes,when you don't have the time to listen,it's your choice: Listen to the whispers of your soul or wait for the brick!

Do you sometimes ignore loved ones because your life is too fast and busy leaving them to wonder whether you really love them?

Marry yourself

You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
Prepare “soul vows.” These vows were deepest commitment to love, cherish, and deeply care for all parts of yourself in sickness and in health, until your time on the planet comes to an end.
Seeking love outside yourself will never bring fulfillment unless you possess radical, unshakable love for yourself.

With that knowing, these are some of Soul Vows:
I vow to comfort myself during times of hopelessness, despair, depression, disillusionment, or any difficulty that arises.
I vow to be my Beloved always and in all ways.
I vow to never settle or abandon myself in romantic partnerships again.
I vow to live in the faith my life unfolds in mysterious divine perfection.
I vow to honor my spiritual path and create an amazing life whether I am ever legally married or not.
I vow to honor my calling and live my life as a work of art.
Some vows were tender and some fierce—some private, and some to be shared with the world.
All vows were an expression of my soul’s calling and a deep desire to love myself and care for myself at the deepest possible level in all areas of my life.
These vows were the gateway into a life that was deeper, richer, and more connected to my soul’s guidance.

Here are 4 ways to say “I do” to you…

1. Write your soul vows.
You have a deeply cherished vision for your life, and your soul vows are a way to get it out of your soul and on paper. You could create a video, write a poem, or use fancy writing. Throw yourself a party. Register for gifts! Why not?
2. Create a vision board.
The soul speaks in images. Your soul vows may be magnificently revealed in a vision for your life. Carve out some time to craft a vision board from images that resonate with you. Allow yourself to be intuitively drawn to these images and don’t rely on your rational mind.
3. Sacred jewelry.
Procure a piece of jewelry that has heart and meaning for you, such as a silver heart necklace inscribed: “You make the world a better place.”
A lady actually created a sacred jewelry business after marrying herself. She’s finally found her path after years of meandering.
4. Be witnessed in your sacred vows.
While making a soul vows, perhaps a ceremony with a few close friends? Find a way to have others acknowledge this transformation.
And while the marrying myself was a lovely starting place, it was really just the beginning. In the wise words “Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

Keep Your Dream

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events. The last time I was there he introduced me by saying: “I want to tell you a story. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, ‘See me after class.’

“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, ‘Why did I receive an F?’ The teacher said, ‘This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources . Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees . There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, ‘If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’

“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, ‘Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ Finally, after a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all. He stated, ‘You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.’ ”

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two years ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week. When the teacher was leaving, he said, ‘Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.’ ”

“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what,” Monty at last concluded.

The remembrance of lilacs

The family had just moved to Rhode Island, and the young woman was feeling a little melancholy on that Sunday in May. After all, it was Mother's Day -- and 800 miles separated her from her parents in Ohio.

She had called her mother that morning to wish her a happy Mother's Day, and her mother had mentioned how colorful the yard was now that spring had arrived. As they talked, the younger woman could almost smell the tantalizing aroma of purple lilacs hanging on the big bush outside her parents' back door.

Later, when she mentioned to her husband how she missed those lilacs, he popped up from his chair. "I know where we can find you all you want," he said. "Get the kids and c'mon."

So off they went, driving the country roads of northern Rhode Island on the kind of day only mid－May can produce: sparkling sunshine, unclouded azure skies and vibrant newness of the green growing all around. They went past small villages and burgeoning housing developments, past abandoned apple orchards, back to where trees and brush have devoured old homesteads.

Where they stopped，dense thickets of cedars and ju nipers and birch crowded the roadway on both sides. There wasn't a lilac bush in sight.

"Come with me," the man said. "Over that hill is an old cellar hole，from somebody's farm of years ago, and there are lilacs all round it. The man who owns this land said I could poke around here anytime. I'm sure he won't mind if we pick a few lilacs."　　

Before they got halfway up the hill, the fragrance of the lilacs drifted down to them, and the kids started running. Soon, the mother began running, too, until she reached the top.

There，far from view of passing motorists and hidden from encroaching civilization, were the towering lilacs bushes, so laden with the huge, cone-shaped flower clusters that they almost bent double. With a smile, the young woman rushed up to the nearest bush and buried her face in the flowers, drinking in the fragrance and the memories it recalled.

While the man examined the cellar hole and tried to explain to the children what the house must have looked like, the woman drifted among the lilacs. Carefully, she chose a sprig here, another one there, and clipped them with her husband's pocket knife. She was in no hurry, relishing each blossom as a rare and delicate treasure.

Finally, though, they returned to their car for the trip home. While the kids chattered and the man drove, the woman sat smiling, surrounded by her flowers, a faraway look in her eyes.

When they were within three miles of home, she suddenly shouted to her husband, "Stop the car. Stop right here!"

The man slammed on the brakes. Before he could ask her why she wanted to stop, the woman was out of the car and hurrying up a nearby grassy slope with the lilacs still in her arms. At the top of the hill was a nursing home and, because it was such a beautiful spring day, the patients were outdoors strolling with relatives or sitting on the porch.

The young woman went to the end of the porch, where an elderly patient was sitting in her wheelchair, alone, head bowed, her back to most of the others. Across the porch railing went the flowers, in to the lap of the old woman. She lifted her head, and smiled. For a few moments, the two women chatted, both aglow with happiness, and then the young woman turned and ran back to her family. As the car pulled away, the woman in the wheelchair waved, and clutched the lilacs.

"Mom," the kids asked, "who was that? Why did you give her our flowers? Is she somebody's mother?" The mother said she didn't know the old woman. But it was Mother's Day，and she seemed so alone，and who wouldn't be cheered by flowers? "Besides," she added，"I have all of you, and I still have my mother, even if she is far away. That woman needed those flowers more than I did."

This satisfied the kids, but not the husband. The next day he purchased half a dozen young lilacs bushes and planted them around their yard, and several times since then he has added more.

I was that man. The young mother was, and is, my wife. Now, every May, our own yard is redolent with lilacs. Every Mother's Day our kids gather purple bouquets. And every year I remember that smile on a lonely old woman's face, and the kindness that put the smile there.