Materialism

Any problem that can be solved with money, not a problem. It is an expense.
Anonymous

The essence of today's lifestyle is not to be, but need to be.
David Hansen

Most of us are ready to pay to go somewhere if we could finish paying for the places where I was.
Ami Landers

Sentimentu? mainly of adult American who had the advantages of wealth, education and culture is disappointment.
John Cheever

If God does not come? N your kitchen is something wrong with your kitchen. If you can not take on God? N vacation with you? Means that something is wrong with the place or how? N the fun. We all believe that God is a God of heroic. Our biggest need is? NSA of a God of the regular, the newspaper, a God of all days.
Peter Marshall Sr.

Our calling as followers of Christ is to love God? N totally, to love us? Nsine correctly and our neighbors with compassion.
Kenneth Boa

Courage

The real heroism is remarkably sober and very free of drama. It is her desire to overcome the others at any cost, but her desire to serve others at any cost.
Arthur Ashe – tennis champion

I showed courage for years, do you think I will leave now when my sufferings are to end?
Marie Antoinette – the words before death

Courage is being scared to death and still? Ncaleci the horse. John Wayne

Wesley's covenant Articles

In 1752, a group of men among them the John Wesley, a group that has been nicknamed “Methodists” to? Ended a covenant. Articles thereof shall be displayed by each group member in the office. Here are 6 articles of the covenant:

1. We listen and we will not explore volunteer who say bad things about others.
2. If we hear any bad about others we think nothing of what I heard.
3. As soon as possible we will communicate those heard, talking or writing and the person concerned.
4. So we did not even discussing it with others one? N now this.
5. After we talked, and I writing to? N case, we will not mention anything to anyone.
6. We make no exception to these rules.

TRUE LOVE Poetry
I love you so much
that I believe that die
You are so charming
oh my dear cat adore you!
When I go to arm you
I feel very flattered
because everyone is looking at me
Oh, I'm so happy!
all would be so good …
but you see, not really
because I tell what I feel in me
Do you want to be like?
but you smile and smile all the time
and I think that say crazy
please do not make crazy
even look in my eyes
understand? I love you baby
how the hell you talk to
You are everything to me
and I want to meet you
but is difficult, you see
because your mother is on stage
and the five in five minute
you carefully control
as for that it get to you,
as in Shakespeare, “Juliet”
I love you Romeo
give me the scale of the grove …

Like that you read the teenage age when you wear the waves of pure love, based on trust and sincerity:

EL: Wow! Finally! I could not wait!
AE: Maybe we should go?
EL: No, no do not you think!
AE: Do you love me?
EL: Sure!
AE: Did you ever cheated?
EL: No, how did something come to mind?
EA: Will you kiss?
EL: Yes, sure!
EA: Will you fight?
EL: Not in one case!
AE: Can you believe?

But after marriage, you read the same conversation, this time from bottom to top

My love? N

There is love that you can not burn duce.Te, you eat inside, start well and end badly for simply, the soul can not fit them so big, so intense, so I neobisnuite.Eu experienced such love and although it cost me a lot although I regret that it was an ephemeral love, I remember with pleasure about the days when passing through all the clouds and breathe porii.N you how not tell when you are happen, because these stories are completely different amoruri love each other atypical cuminti.Inima beat you sometimes forget to beat once and then again take the place of the stars in his eyes, began to notice butterflies and petals flying through the air, you induioseaza others to see them kissing on benches, but are you and little spare them, for they know not the way I feel tu.Nu can as a radius of 3 km around you to exist someone in the same state of grace? truth is that when you hit “calamity” that called love impossible ales.Nu not you can only burn, love, and hope you survive this wound, that at some point you will be able to regain control propios shares and you could recreate, not you to stay an empty shell, a shell emaciated, devoid of soul, lacking viata.Pentru you know, when you live the adventure of life, not how to take , predict the end and can therefore throw blindly into the arms of one whom you surrender, you know that for some time and do everything now, as I can, before all to turn into a permanent pain, continuous, dull, worse than any pain I lume.Cu tables so you still have intamplat.Daca today intraga mind, this is only due to my friends and Monica Anca who knew to be my angel shadow and back when I did not see and only heard than what you have now el.Am noroc.Nu many have had luck asta.Nu many have my luck, not many realize that they are intampla.Abia after the story ends when seeking reasons for the sudden and inexplicable separation, just realize that no putea.Acestia latter remain deserted, some are living dead, that goes without knowing even as their soul is dead, buried and commemoration already. “I love your soul” ; never forget these words! It happened not too long for mine.Iarta can asa.E me! Please know that I live with the thought that you exist and I thank God that allowed me to meet you and glad you perioada.Orice that would happen not to forget that I love you even if you do not vb, even if not never gonna be face to face, thinking of you and love you! Me intarit.Iubirea me this story, naive, pure, Platonic, gave me the opportunity to understand who they are and what merit, gave me a benchmark by which I can guide all viata.Am and moments of fatigue, disappointment, especially when others do not live up to expectation mele.Atunci tell me that you should not forget who I am as I was “loved” him and if he was “in love” with me, if I EL Seen wings kept inside, then nimik not matter, I know who sunt.Si then go through the world as a diamond, shining in the desert of Namibia, the largest desert in the world but less than the one he left in left meu.Unknown soul love kill you, it takes your breef, makes you to suffer, but suffering is a sweet because it means that you learn to love and what it could be most wonderfull and more magic Thon that?

Gossip
Gossip is the art of the silent, so that nothing will not remain untold.
Gossip is what no one claims to love, but love all.
As an old shoe Barfitorul is not language which never stay in place.
Some people do not say anything bad about the dead and nothing good about living.
When three women discuss is called conversation. After one of them goes, is called Barta.
The conversation is usually an exercise of mind. Gossip, an exercise of the tongue.
Each should have two kinds of friends. Some of which to speak, and some which to talk.
Gossip is the destiny of the old schools. There is always someone who has not heard.
A gossip to another: “I will not bore you with details. In fact, and so I told you more than I heard.
Gossip is like mud on a freshly painted wall. Maybe not sticks, but leave traces.
It is an excellent idea to believe only half of what you hear. The problem is which half.
Need? Always the second hand a person to transmit a hand Barta? Ntai.
Everyone? I like to hear the truth? Especially about others.
Egoistii have a high quality, never talk about others.
Do not tell people everything I know are the ones causing the most trouble in the world, but those who know say the only muita.

Listen
Hearing is postponed sister disobedience.
Every great man of history? Nvatat three things: how to listen to who to listen and when to listen.
Christ was the only child who knew more than his parents – however it has been heard.
I have to admire the parents of today. I know to listen to their children.
The ears are not made to be? Lock, but the mouth, yes.

WINDOW
In a hospital room was situated two patients. One of them, who suffered terribly because of lung was high? Nurse every day of the salon window, where, supported by the wall, had to sit? Toe more than half an hour. At this time? Trying to describe those seen on the window, colleague or suffering, a man paraiizat, bedridden. Look out your window and describe them as plastic spring occupy over park nearby. Zarzarii were? To flower, and their royal yellow dandelions sprinkle over the silky green grass early. A wind of molatec waved locks? Ndragostiti which zbenguind the park. On ogiinda blue water lilies floating pond of swans majestic …
Days passed like easier, and now expect paralizatul? Nfrigurare next day, you will hear again how wonderful is the world outside. Little by? Ncet, will to live is revived? Him. He felt a new life freamat? N bones of buildings, with each new description of the beauty outside.
One night? Ngrozitoare, his eyes to the world, man bo? Nav easy, huh? Started coughing? Nfiori. Mana was immobile could not hit the alarm button.
Towards morning, brought the corpse of his room. He was now alone. Terribly alone and sad. An if anyone should be calling him is beyond! I got an idea. A sister asked him to move? N bed by the window. With superhuman effort, after months of Nemiscare managed to get up? In an elbow. He looked out the window to see even a cramp in the outside world so beautifully described the suffering of fellow.
In the front window was a big, blank wall.