After years of searching, I have found my soulmate, and it is myself. The bachelor is content. Oh, he still dates women from time to time, and he listens to the wedding marches sometimes too. But only because he likes them.

Choose carefully the battles you fight and the things you get yourself involve into, before you die trying to help people who likes and enjoy being angry, sad and miserable.

Use social media with caution , because social media is poisonous. With just one post or tweet .Your career, reputation or life can be over. How far are you willing to go for likes, comments and retweets ? Don't be too thirsty for attention. You will be mislead by thinking everything you do is right.

Mine is a perplexing relationship with Truth. I desire Truth, I ponder about it and I seek it. In fact, I have felt in the past that Truth likes to seek me out, too. But my proclivity is not to apply Truth where it truly matters? And sometimes, I parade like Truth is at my whim to be bent.

Mine is a perplexing relationship with Truth. I desire Truth, I ponder about it and I seek it. in fact, I have felt in the past that Truth likes to seek me out, too. But I lack the proclivity to apply Truth where it truly matters? And sometimes, I parade like Truth is at my whim to be bent.

Mine is a perplexing relationship with Truth. I desire about Truth, I ponder about it and I seek it. in fact, I have felt in the past that Truth likes to seek me out, too. But I lack the proclivity to apply Truth where it truly matters? And sometimes, I parade like Truth is at my whim to be bent.

Social Media will come to you and start putting ideas in your head to do something you might regret. They will tell you that they will support you and they will be with you all the way. When is time to face the music. To find your alone and when you look behind no one is there. They all logged off. Be careful , Don't be fooled by the number of followers, retweets, likes or comments. They will hype you now , 3 minutes late they have forgotten about you.

as I continue to consume - while the madhouses, skidrows and graveyards are filled with the likes of me

I have known such joys the likes of which might have inspired a Homer or a Shakespeare.

When his writing is going well, Gordon Strangle Mars likes to wake up at 6 a.m. and go out driving. He works out new plot lines about giant spiders and keeps an eye out for abandoned couches, which he wrestles into the back of his pickup truck. Then he writes for the rest of the day.

Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn't calculate his happiness.

"Poem (the spirit likes to dress up)

No one here likes a wet dog.

The Great Way is not difficult for those who have no preferences. When love and hate are both absent everything becomes clear and undisguised. Make the smallest distinction, however, and heaven and earth are set infinitely apart. If you wish to see the truth then hold no opinion for or against. The struggle of what one likes and what one dislikes is the disease of the mind.

I don't trust men everybody likes. Being nice isn't the same as being good.

Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.

When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.

What hinders me from hearing is that I am taken up with other things. It is not that I will not hear God, but I am not devoted in the right place. I am devoted to things, to service, to convictions, and God may say what He likes but I do not hear Him.

The world likes to see things in black and white, in moral and immoral. But there is gray in between. And just because a person is capable of wickedness, doesen't mean they will act upon it.

The truth is, everyone likes to look down on someone. If your favorites are all avant-garde writers who throw in Sanskrit and German, you can look down on everyone. If your favorites are all Oprah Book Club books, you can at least look down on mystery readers. Mystery readers have sci-fi readers. Sci-fi can look down on fantasy. And yes, fantasy readers have their own snobbishness. I'll bet this, though: in a hundred years, people will be writing a lot more dissertations on Harry Potter than on John Updike. Look, Charles Dickens wrote popular fiction. Shakespeare wrote popular fiction-until he wrote his sonnets, desperate to show the literati of his day that he was real artist. Edgar Allan Poe tied himself in knots because no one realized he was a genius. The core of the problem is how we want to define "literature". The Latin root simply means "letters". Those letters are either delivered-they connect with an audience-or they don't. For some, that audience is a few thousand college professors and some critics. For others, its twenty million women desperate for romance in their lives. Those connections happen because the books successfully communicate something real about the human experience. Sure, there are trashy books that do really well, but that's because there are trashy facets of humanity. What people value in their books-and thus what they count as literature-really tells you more about them than it does about the book.

Impressing comes at a cost of you losing something , in a trade for admiration, likes or love. The more you try to impress others. The more you lose somethings. Now don't lose what you can't replace nor lose what is valuable to you or something you can't live and progress without. Mostly don't lose yourself, trying to impress others. Don't compete with people whom their loss is nothing to them, because they have everything or plenty , while your loss is everything to you ,because you have nothing.

Impressions comes at a cost of you losing something , in a trade for admiration, likes or love. The more you try to impress others. The more you lose somethings. Now don't lose what you can't replace nor lose what is valuable to you or something you can't live and progress without. Mostly don't lose yourself, trying to impress others. Don't compete with people whom their loss is nothing to them, because they have everything or plenty , while your loss is everything to you ,because you have nothing.

That which attracts the world must please and pander to the self-importance of man. The world itself is a vain show, and likes its own. Consequently there is nothing which so carries the mass of men along with it as that which flatters the vanity of the human mind. It may assume the lowliest air, but sinful man seeks his own honour and present exaltation.

The Lord likes small things best, especially those done with love.