byalizade

There is one you remember lovingly, even if he's dead, he is far away, even if he's someone you haven't seen for years. Make sure that love is stronger than death. You are impressive if you can love. You are happy if you try to immortalize someone in your heart; some people kill every day in their hearts. You are rich if you have memories; some people cannot create with money. You have a great treasure if you do not tear up when you see a happy family. Every time you blow out a candle on a cake, think about how you lived this year. Everyone has a second 'birthday' in life, which  sometimes is called the turning point of life. The moment you face yourself, you have to decide the culmination of your life. You have to feel it.  RE: Running away from any problem only increases the distance from the solution. The easiest way to escape from the problem is to solve.😉  I know, today I tell of many topics. I yearned because of not writing for a long time. I love you💓

She was glancing away when I  stared at her. Sh e began  to hold her mouth with her hands. She  heaved a sigh of relief, then called up about this issue. -Can I be honest with you? I don't want to do this anymore. My patience wearing thin.  I want to do what I love. -What are you waiting for? -I don't even know where to begin. I'm afraid of failing. -Start loving. My reflection in the mirror began to smile. Think about a child who never run because he is afraid of falling. Maybe, he never enjoys of life. Everyone has child soul. Go it!😉

  The startling glances of those around me as I try to hide my sudden tears. What can make upset this cold-blooded person? This time the story is neither detective nor horror. I hated love stories and didn't write them. This time the story is a girl's love of a father and her motherland which is the story of a girl who couldn't visit the grave of her father, who died 32 years ago. Armenian aggressors occupied the girl's motherland 27 years ago. She grew up and has waited for years to return to her motherland. The girl travels there in her dreams, wants to breathe in the smell of the soil when she wakes up. Yeah, I know her. The woman who said "I wonder if we can find my father's grave when we get back there" is my mother. We’ll return to our homeland.  I t doesn't make sense to say anything now. This is not the end. Hopefully, I’ll make my first movie in Agdam.                                 ...

We bumble through every day. Hundreds of people we don't know pass by us. We have no idea what kind of they are. Can we see the souls of the people? We can see their appearance, not their inwardness. One who is a nullity for you is maybe the treasure for someone. There are some valid quotes, although they sound like a template. Human worth is also measured by what others think of themselves. Life is too short to waste any amount of time wondering what other people think about you. You can change people's minds, not their mode of thought. Allocate time for people who see your soul, not those who are blind to you.                                                     You are precious.

We can tell "I love you" maybe in ten languages, but not "I hate". Words are not enough to express love, but a glance hatred is enough. When you look at this drawing, firstly, you'll think of me, not this. I love art, not people. You can see that two people love each other. I see the harmonization of colors. 

Look at the girl dancing in the rain. Is she crying? You can't realize it. She conceals her tears in raindrops, expresses sorrow in her dancing. She seeks for you, needs you. Hold her hands and rescue her away from the darkness. Pride or love? It's a difficult question. Which makes you happier? In which will you get the best future? Which one will you not regret? Enough talk!😉

  .. .lifeless body in front of his eyes, he looks her execrably with bloody hands.No, not hate, he touches on her hair. What murder is this? He has been the killer of everyone except her. His eyes fill with tears, he now realizes what he is doing, can't bear to this, he sticks a knife in his own heart...and end...no... Every time the knife stuck to his heart, the pen touched the paper. Each time a tear fell on the sheet, the other set on fire. Every step of the way, his eyes searched for her. Whom? Who can someone who has lost himself seek? Hush! Nobody understands. The empty room filled with the smell of cigarettes...a glass of wine...and finished...the door knocked. He picks up a knife from the table and comes near the door.                                                                          ...