Author of quotes: Shamshidova Markha

and this taste will not be forgotten by many!

All desire to do something, to live, to rejoice, to wait for something has disappeared! I no longer save up no offense no money in a drip!

Spiritual heart.

But for thieves and idiots to have their own empire - for the first time in the history of mankind!

Memories fade, the sun will rise for the last time, you and your beauty will die, do not forget about it.

It is necessary to appreciate those who know the price, and in this world it is difficult to find someone who blushes or who is permanent in the heart.

I found this world in 99 names of Allah Almighty.

A person is elevated only by his heart and soul ... #One13

The main and only need of the soul is actually love. And the Almighty is love. Approaching the Supreme Lord increases love. Removal from the Most High through sins reduces love, increases mental pain. This means that the soul does not need some little things. She needs the Almighty Himself. Only He can satisfy her needs.

All people are looking for equal and similar to their soul, and it does not matter if it is your husband or even your wife. You found yourself equal and those who are similar to yourself and please do not complain about them, you had a choice and more than one!

When your heart is torn by what you have done, look into the depths of your heart and find the most painful place there. Only in this way will the pain make you rise and start all over again...

In fact, I know that
No one really loves anyone... So do you!

Divinely, the soul soared up, my year of the soaring eagle, My peace, my symphony consisting of several parts, and one of the main genres of my life, the harmonious sounding of tones and the Maestro of my soul, bravo to you, you can play in me all the instruments that I had before did not hear, bravo maestro "Batina" bravo, do you hear this applause and a place of honor in my heart? you are the same violinist who controls himself, not the orchestra that needs a conductor and the very poet of my heart who knows one person, but can portray a hundred!

When you run, a stray bullet can hit you, at that moment you do not understand that you are wounded, but when you stop the pain will pierce you in Nutri everything will start to burn a fire will break out, you will clench your teeth but still cannot bear this pain, I’m still running, apparently I don’t realized that I was still wounded.