Monday, January 21, 2013

In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure.
Bill Cosby
 
 Conquer your fears. You will feel complete after that. Trust me. I've done it, and it was the greatest feeling ever. Now, I feel more confident of myself to interact with other people.:)

Saturday, January 19, 2013

@itsannedorothy
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
~Harriet Tubman

Everyone can do it! Nothing's impossible. 
 

Friday, January 18, 2013


credits to: @itsannedorothy and @BUYCOjuice

If you're already hopeless, remember these words:

 ”I haven’t failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” - Thomas Edison

There are still more than 10,000 ways that you haven't tried.
 
 Source: http://www.lifed.com

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

This is for you guys who are always accepting criticisms. Remember, you are not the person who others think you are, YOU CAN RISE!

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Source: http://www.poemhunter.com