Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
Hans Christian
Life is like a camera. Just focus on what’s important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don’t turn out – take another shot.
Life is like a mountain, hard to climb, but once you get to the top the view is beautiful.
Life is like a piano. What you get depends on how you play it.
Life is like photography. Focus is an ingredient to have a good shot
Life is like an ocean. It can be calm and still or rough and rigid. But in the end it’s always beautiful.
Life is like a bar of soap, once you think you’ve got a hold of it, it slips away.
Life is like a canvas. It begins blank and every day is like another brush stroke.
Life is like a party. You invite a lot of people; some go, some join you, some laugh with you, some didn’t come. But in the end, after the fun, there would be a few who would clean up the mess with you. And most of the time, those were the uninvited ones.
Life is like a multiple choice question, sometimes the choices confuse you, not the question itself.
Life is like pictures in a photo album. You can look back on the moments, but you can never recapture them.
Life is like a mirror, if you frown at it, it frowns back. If you smile, it returns the greeting.
Hans Christian
Life is like a camera. Just focus on what’s important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, and if things don’t turn out – take another shot.
Life is like a mountain, hard to climb, but once you get to the top the view is beautiful.
Life is like a piano. What you get depends on how you play it.
Life is like photography. Focus is an ingredient to have a good shot
Life is like an ocean. It can be calm and still or rough and rigid. But in the end it’s always beautiful.
Life is like a bar of soap, once you think you’ve got a hold of it, it slips away.
Life is like a canvas. It begins blank and every day is like another brush stroke.
Life is like a party. You invite a lot of people; some go, some join you, some laugh with you, some didn’t come. But in the end, after the fun, there would be a few who would clean up the mess with you. And most of the time, those were the uninvited ones.
Life is like a multiple choice question, sometimes the choices confuse you, not the question itself.
Life is like pictures in a photo album. You can look back on the moments, but you can never recapture them.
Life is like a mirror, if you frown at it, it frowns back. If you smile, it returns the greeting.
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