I am one of the proudest men ever born, but let me tell you frankly, it is not for myself, but on account of my ancestry. The more I have studied the past, the more I have looked back, more and more has this pride come to me, and it has given me the strength and courage of conviction, raised me up from the dust of the earth, and set me working out that great plan laid out by those great ancestors of ours.
I Do Love Compliments, Yet I'm Often Embarrassed To Say What I Think To The Person When I Get A Compliment. I So Often Feel That They Have Not Gone Far Enough.
"Impossible" को गौर से देखो , वो खुद कहता है "I M Possible" बस, देखने का नजरिया बदल दो और नामुमकिन को मुमकिन करो। उदास होने के लिए उम्र पड़ी है, नज़र उठाओ सामने ज़िंदगी खड़ी है, :point_right: Be Positive...Be Happy Believe In Yourself :grinning::grinning::grinning:
Enduring habits I hate.... Yes, at the very bottom of my soul I feel grateful to all my misery and bouts of sickness and everything about me that is imperfect, because this sort of thing leaves me with a hundred backdoors through which I can escape from enduring habits.
ब्रह्माण्ड की सारी शक्तियां पहले से हमारी हैं| वो हमीं हैं जो अपनी आँखों:eye: पर हाँथ:hand_splayed: रख लेते हैं और फिर रोते हैं कि कितना अन्धकार:new_moon: है|
When I Was 8 Years Old, I Became Depressed. I Kept Asking Why I Was Born This Way [without Arms And Legs]. I Also Worried About My Future. At The Age Of 10, I Tried To Commit Suicide Because I Felt Like Giving Up. But When I Imagined My Loving Parents Crying At My Grave, I Decided To Stay.