Open Your Eyes And See That Life Is Beautiful Mga Nobela at Kwento

Problems, they will all pass and some new ones will appear, if you wait for them to end to be happy then that would make you depressed for life. I exhaled as a bundle of wind hit my face, close my eyes and feel it, that's what my mother always tells me to do. I used to get confused and wonder what does she mean? Now I know, close your eyes and feel the mobility of this world, the vibes every element sent. Fresh air, the twittering of birds, the roaring of engines, and the talking of people. It isn't noisy, it's life-full. A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billio

Whoever said life is not a bed of roses must have studied it critically from a broader view and successfully captured the raw factuality in a few words. Life is a chemistry set. Reactions waiting to be discovered, full of experiments and surprises. The mind must take what it is given and make best of it, never losing hope that more beauty will come.

Just the thought of having that liquid in my mouth makes me want to gag. A bird screeches above, and I lift my head to catch a glimpse of the bright blue creature. The sight of something so small and beautiful brings a smile to my lips, and I feel myself begin to relax just a little. I can't remember the last time I saw something alive that wasn't terrified or about to die. Just knowing that there is still life out there other than myself has me feeling hopeful for our future. Once this is all over, everything can begin to heal. We can start over, and someday, this will all just be a nightmare...

We may not be together, but what we have will never end. Yours always, Ry. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, I need you to open your eyes and look into mine, because then you’ll see my world and everything that matters in it. I need you to wake up and hear me speak, because then you’ll hear everything that was only meant for your ears.

You're nodding your head. It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true; it's called Life. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. But most of all, you need to forget about it, do not be a prisoner of your fate, for you cannot change it. One thing that I cannot change is how I am feeling inside; apart from wanting to give up, I need, I feel that I am holding on to hope and fate, that are but merely two words designed to make you believe in small things such as miracles.

Take a step and find your breathtaking view. There you shall see the beauty beyond true colors. 

“I told you, you must live, not to listen, wake up, open your eyes, you bastard, open your eyes, I don’t want to win in front of you like this, open your eyes.” “I told you, you must live, wake up, open your eyes, you bastard, open your eyes, I don’t want to win in fron

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday. Opening her eyes she realized it was afternoon for sunlight now streamed into the room through the partly parted curtains. She felt better after a nap, it did her as much

Yet she didnt look away nor did she move away. Damn, Her eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful and talkative, that she almost doesn't need words to describe what she wants to say-her eyes are enough. I can look into her for a lifetime and still wont feel enough, because she has a lot of stories hidden in her eyes that I need to read. She has captured a lot of pictures inside her eyes that I need to see and adore but not from my eyes but from her eyes. Yes, I want to see this world from her eyes, from her point of view, from her shoes. I want to know how she sees this world. I want to know if this world is same as i see or is it any different from her eyes ? i want to know if the Red is same Red as

The morning sun hit the bedroom floor with a clarity that made everything look brand new. It was a crisp, bright day, the kind that reminded you that life, at its core, is a series of simple, recurring gifts. I stood by the window for a long time, watching the way the light caught the crests of the waves and turned the water into a field of diamonds. It was a beautiful sight, and for once, I didn't feel the need to describe it; I just felt it.