just the other way

This business of being honest isn't easy for some people to see.If a man stands up for a thing one day and does the opposite the next,some people will say (and i can understand why) that he's not honest.But look closer! I'll use an easy little picture here to help you poor people to understand-say i want to get on top of the roof and i wants to put my ladder up on one side of the house  but finds it too short.i can move the ladder up to the other side and still get to the same place.its the same with being honest,some times you just have to come at it from a different direction.

Our true character is that person we become when no one is watching.

No circus,big tent,no Calliope plays,no dancing bears,no prancing horses,no man on the flying trapeze.But still the  clown plays on.maybe in no makeup,for those days are past but still he hides behind a mask.Hes main function in life is to make others smile because making other people happy is what brings him joy.The tricks of his trade he handles very well,whether it be a joke or a dance or some wine and a conversation.the people he knows are always glad to have him around.Guess perhaps every one loves a clown.then late at night as he slowly walks his way home,the mask starts to fall from his face and the scars of his heart slowly rips his world apart because there is nobody to hold him tonight.As his tears hit his pillow,he cries himself to sleep,he wonders why he must always be alone when all that he needs is someone to love!but that's not allowed for the modern day clown.we all are clowns in disguise.

Contrary to widespread belief, only two very specific types of
people flirt: those who are single and those who are married.Single people flirt because, well, they're single and therefore nobody is really contractually obliged to talk to them, sleep with them or scratch that difficult-to-reach part of the back. But married people, they're a tougher puzzle. They've found themselves a suitable--maybe even superior--mate, had a bit of productive fun with the old gametes and ensured that at least some of their genes are carried into the next generation. They've done their duty, evolutionarily speaking. Their genome will survive. Yay them. So for misunderstandings sake, why do they persist with the game?

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

my favorite description of love -When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away...take my word,and don't misunderstand me....Start by searching your heart for how you’re feeling. Is it pleasure or pain? Joy or heartache? Is it a crush or as yet unrequited love?...or perhaps there is just a misunderstanding...

''A RIGHT WAY TO LIVE A LIFE”

this is what life commanded fate Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend. It will take time, I know a long time, but teach, if you can, that a dollar earned is of more value then five of found.Teach him, to learn to lose…And also to enjoy winning. Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach in the secret of quiet laughter.Teach him, if you can the wonder of books…But also given quiet time wonder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on the green hillside.In a school teach him, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat…Teach him to have faith in his own idea, even if anyone else tell him they are wrong…Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough.Teach him to listen to all men…But teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good one that comes through.Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tear.Teach them to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidder but never to put a prize tag on his heart and soul.Teach him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes the fine steel.Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have some sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order, but see what can you do… He is such a fine little fellow,

first love is only a little foolishness and allot of curiosity ;at the touch of it everyone becomes a poet.i believe in the compelling power of it,i still do not understand it but i believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of this thorny existence.you could live without money but not *love*...if you could only love enough then i tend to think you would be the most powerful person in the world at this age and era.i do agree that at most times its difficult to know at what moment love begins but i'm sure its less difficult to know it has began.