Some people are allergic to your success. Such people...when you smile...they cry, and wish you were dead.

Some people are allergic to your success. Such people...when you smile...they cry, and wish you were dead.

Having a relationship with people of questionable character is like playing with a razor blade on your skin, and pretending to observe that it is harmful to your body.

Nobody wants to know how you feel, yet, they want you to do what they feel.

Your mind is like a tunnel that has no end, and a baloon, that even too much air cannot burst.

Buy a gift for a dog, and you'll be amazed at the way it will dance and swerve its tail, but if don't have anything to offer to it, it won't even recognize your arrival; such are the attributes of fake friends.

Don't act so callous to blank out good friends who failed on their way to success, just because something unusual hindered them, but you meandered out by a stroke of luck.