I Love Myself The Way I Am

4:16 AM |





I love myself the way I am there's nothing I need to change 

I'll always be the perfect me there's nothing to rearrange 
I'm beautiful and capable of being the best me I can 
and I love myself just the way I am. 

I love you just the way you are there's nothing you need to do 
when I feel the love inside myself it's easy to love you 
behind your fears, your rage and tears 
I see your shining star 
and I love you just the way you are. 

I love the world the way it is, cause I can clearly see 
that all the things I judge are done 
by people just like me 
so till the birth of peace on earth 
that only love can bring 
I'll help it grow by loving everything. 

I love myself the way I am and still I want to grow. 
But change outside can only come 
when deep inside I know 
I'm beautiful and capable of being the best me I can 
and I love myself just the way I am 
I love myself just the way I am. 











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Promise Yourself

3:26 AM |




“Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.”





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Love and Friendship

7:44 PM |


Love and Friendship

by Emily Bronte


Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.




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I Cannot Live With You

7:41 PM |




I Cannot Live With You


I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup

Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.

I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down,
You could not.

And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus'.
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.











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Romance

7:38 PM |


Romance


Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.










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Happiness

7:36 PM |



Happiness


So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.











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রুবাইয়াত- ১১

2:01 AM |





রুবাইয়াত- ১১
কাজী নজরুল ইসলাম

দুঃখে আমি মগ্ন প্রভু, দুয়ার খোলো করুণার!
আমায় করো তোমার জ্যোতি, অন্তর মোর অন্ধকার।
স্বর্গ যদি অর্জিতে হয় এতই পরিশ্রম করে-
সে ত আমার পারিশ্রমিক, নয় সে দয়ার দান তোমার।





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