721 Quotes by Rodolfo Martin Vitangcol

Think of good moments and you will cheer up;think of sad moments and you will tear up.Think of funny moments and you will laugh;think of unjust moments and you’ll boil up.Think of a lemon and you will drool up;think of a cheese cake and you’ll hanker up.Think of success and you will be pepped up;think of failure and you will be dampened up.

Who in this world can avoid enmities?Some, at birth, already have enemies.Ours a most complex politics of life:“One slight slip of tongue and there goes a strife.

HAPPINESS IS FEELING—simple and plain.It comes when triggered like the joy and pain:“When you trip and fall, it triggers a pain;when pain eases, joy’s triggered back again.”You want to be happy? Create triggers!“Eat good food, look at life’s many wonders,read good books, see movies that bring laughter.”Oh, the list’s long—triggers are everywhere!

Can life be fully life without music?Can spirits fly without the tune’s magic?Make a world without love, my heart will sigh!Make a world sans music, my soul will die!

If you believe you were born—“TO BE SERVED,”there’s this self-pity each time you’re not served.But if you believe you were born—“TO SERVE,”there’s this self-fulfillment each time you serve.

Cigar each day, the lung poison builds up.Liquor each day, the liver poison builds up.Junk food each day, the food poison builds up.Cocaine each day, the brain poison builds up.Thank God He put great strength in each organ:“You will need years to make them crumble down.”However, God also put a limit:“Point of no return when build-up hits it!

In the end, HAPPINESS is just simply:“What we wanted to see is what we see.”And inversely, SADNESS is just simply:“What we didn’t want to see is what we see.

How can a man with just “ONE SMALL TUMMY”be owning vast farmland for his only.How can a man with only “ONE BODY”be owning a mansion with rooms thirty.How can a man with just “ONE PAIR OF HANDS”be owning more than his grasp can balance. How can a man with only just “ONE LIFE”be owning what thousands of years can’t wipe.

The earth is one big ball of paradise—so beautiful that death we most despise.But ruin came through man’s imperfection—so ruined, death becomes consolation.